The cyborg assassin and the space pirate captain.
Chapter six – This planet is too frogging hot to come up with a good title.
By The-Derp-We-Call-Taruru

(Disclaimer: I do not own Sgt frog/Keroro gunso. I own none of the characters and none of the plot lines.
I DON'T EVEN OWN THIS STORY! MY FRIEND CAME UP WITH IT! I'M JUST WRITING IT OUT!
I own NOTHINGGGG o3o )

{{A/N (Authors notes): Thank you to Idellechi for the review! *Hugs and never lets go* ;3;
Thatmeansalottomeokay NOW I FEEL INSPIRED FROM THAT ONE REVIEW TO GO AND FINISH THIS STORY AND MAKE IT GREAT NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES TO DO SO!
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…yeah I still suck at writing. I am so sorry. .3.
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On a lighter note~
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Chapter six – This planet is too frogging hot to come up with a good title.

He Cried out in terror and suddenly awoke, taking deep breaths and silently trying to gather his thoughts, assuring himself that it was just a nightmare. Just old memories.

The boy groggily rubbed his head. "…What happened?" He mumbled to himself and he turned over where he lay in discomfort. Realization his him as he activated his eye and the little red light flickered on. "Did I fall asleep…? Where….am I?" the assassin muttered to himself. He suddenly had a panicking passing thought, cringingly putting his hand beneath him. He let out a great sigh in relief when the ground was dry bellow him. "Thank goodness…" He mumbled, wiping a cold sweat from his forehead and sitting up right. He looked around the space, realizing he must have fallen asleep inside the ceiling. "How embarrassing…" He grumbled, pulling a face to himself, "I guess the coffee didn't work so well after all".

Achingly, he moved one of the ceiling tiles and zapped down to the ground, immediately falling over. Apparently he had not been sleeping in the most comfortable position, causing his fleshy leg to cramp up. Making landings rather…difficult.
"Shitshitshitshit…" He grumbled to himself as he sat up and grabbed his leg in pain. He looked around awkwardly, hoping that no-one had seen that rather ungraceful landing. He was in the kitchen on the ground, and all seemed empty. No one was watching, which calmed him a little. He resumed clutching his leg for a few moments until the pain eased off, then clambered back up.

"What was the time anyway?" He wondered calmly, he gave a quick stretch to ease out his muscles, then looked at the clock.
Bye bye calmness.
"DAMN!" He cried, realizing it was already nine o'clock in the morning. He had never been late before in his platoon. If fact, he was almost always early. He looked at the clock again awkwardly, almost as if he was silently pleading it to turn back time.
How had he overslept like this?!

He gathered his thoughts and tried to relax. Who cares if he's late?...It's not like anyone notices him anyway. He frowned at his own discouraging thoughts.
The assassin took a deep breath and casually strolled to the meeting room, where he was supposed to meet his platoon two hours ago.

The man creaked open the door at the back, he would have taken a more discrete, assassin type entrance, but he was still rather lost in thought about the dreadful memories returning to him at night. It was intriguing him a little, the memories had always bothered him, but for the last few days he was really starting to feel affected by things. He needed to supress the memories again. Push them down and focus on work.

"Lance corporal!" Came a sudden voice, shaking him from his deep thoughts and making him look up as he walked through the door. He gulped slightly awkwardly, for once everyone was staring at him. He wasn't sure how to feel about this sudden attention, he hated to be ignored, but being the centre of attention made him incredibly uncomfortable. "We have an important mission and you have turned up two hours late to our briefing. I must say, I am very disappointed in you for keeping us waiting. This act of tardiness is very much unlike you Corporal. Do not let it happen again." The leader scolded slightly bitterly.

Zoruru looked away sheepishly and saluted. "It…won't happen again sir." He grumbled, he did not like being scolded. Not only did it hurt his pride and his stubborn male ego, but it felt patronising. As if he was being spoken to like a child.
He wandered over and took his seat, this time actually in a chair, rather than on the ceiling. He felt given the current situation he should at least act like he was going to pay attention.
…Something seemed odd today. It was too quiet. It was never quiet when Taruru was in the room. He felt a little unnerved, as if there was an impending doom or something. Something just did not seem quite right today, and by the look of it, his platoon felt it too.
He casually glanced over at each of his teammates.

Garuru stood at the front, he stool up perfectly straight like a true soldier. A serious expression plastered to his face, as always. He was ready to give out the mission brief to his platoon, being the leader, this was his job. Nothing was noticeably different about him.

The assassins gaze them turned to Tororo and Taruru. Taruru normally never stopped talking, he would grin like a doofus and waffle on about the craziest things at all hours of the day. It drove everyone in the platoon insane sometimes.
Today the boy was just sitting quietly, swinging his legs and staring at the ceiling in fascination. He looked a tiny bit nervous if anything, but apart from that, he didn't look particularly bothered at all. He was just being strangely quiet.
Tororo was noticeably hitting his forehead against his laptop repeatedly. This…was something he did not normally do.

Zoruru turned to Pururu on his left, giving her a questioning look and signalling to Tororo. She didn't say anything, he noticed her gaze resting firmly on the assassin himself. He stared back at her for a few moments. Wow, her big purple eyes were really pretty…
Wait, why on earth would he think something random like that?! He shook his head for a moment and growled at her. She blinked in return and shook her own head, giving him another look, a sad kind of look.
He suddenly remembered his convocation from the night before and mentally facepalmed. "Oh geez… please tell me she's not going to get all gushy and upset over that stupid story. It happened frog knows how many years ago." He grumbled to himself silently and he closed his eyes in irritation.

He was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts as the leader finally spoke.
"Soldiers. We have an important mission from headquarters." Garuru began, his tone of voice very strict and informative. He meant business today.
The dark purple keronjin tugged down on a piece of string, which brought down a map behind him, showing several planets. He then took out a small stick and violently slapped it against the map, pointing to a large, yellow planet.
"How many of you know of Planet Deserto Sertum, in the XY224, alpha quadrant?" He demanded, his voice suddenly becoming a little intimidating.

Everyone sat up strait in their chairs, flinching in unison at the mention. As if it sent a shiver down all their spines at once.

Oh, everyone knew about planet Deserto Sertum.

"…The hottest, driest planet in the whole universe. It hasn't rained there in twenty five thousand decades…" Tororo mumbled from his seat, feeling the need to show off his knowledge. He did not even give his signature laugh. This was no laughing matter.
Everyone knew the planet Deserto Sertum, or Death desert, as they called it. It was a critical place for keronjins to visit. Its temperature could reach horrific levels and there was not a drop of water anywhere on the planet.
Keronjins perform at their best in or around water. And they need to remain hydrated at all times to function correctly. Too much heat and not enough water could easily kill the amphibian aliens.
So planet Deserto Sertum was strictly off limits to keronjins.

"We…we're not really going on a mission in death desert are we sir?" Taruru burst out, breaking the silence. He gave a small, dopey chuckle after his question to lighten the mood, but by the tone in the young boys voice, they could tell that he was nervous.
The rest of the platoon stayed silent, but they all looked up awkwardly towards the leader at the front of the meeting hall. Waiting for his reply to the private's question.

Garuru did not reply for seemingly a very long time. He seemed to just stand there, silently keeping his cool while trying to think of a suitable reply.
Finally he broke the silence and gave his long awaited answer.

"There has been talk of a secret viper gang. Headquaters has evidence of them hiding out on this long abandoned planet, plotting something very evil.
We are currently the highest status army the Keron military has to offer.
Therefore, we have been issued this very important, very difficult mission." The leader stated bluntly, ignoring the look of despair given in return to him by his platoon.
"Fill your bags with as many bottles of water as you can carry.
You have one hour until we leave. We must complete our mission before the midday heat.
Meeting dismissed".
The strict purple Keronjin then put down his pointing stick carefully on the table, turned to the side and left the room, without saying another word.

The four soldiers stayed in their seats, trying to take in the information. It was eventually Tororo that broke the silence this time

"PU pu pup u, he really expects us to go on a mission is death desert? I think the leader has lost his marbles" The young salmon coloured tadpole muttered with a small laugh as he slammed his laptop shut. "We'll dry up in a matter of hours. If not less."
He seemed irritated, as if the leader was stupid and putting them in danger on purpose. His glasses slipped down his face a little and he pushed them back up with his thumb.

"You know the leader wouldn't put us in danger Tororo. He wouldn't let us die right?" Taruru replied, slapping his hands down in his desk and standing up dramatically. "Mister Lieutenant Garuru is a great leader! He knows what he's doing!". The young blue frog grinned, his dopey admiration shining through as normal.

The other three stared at him for a moment. Okay, half the stuff that emerged from Taruru's mouth was complete nonsense and idiotic rambling. But he did have a point here. They could hardly argue. Garuru had proven to be a very trustworthy and smart leader. While under his rule, they rarely ever lost a fight. They knew he cared about them too, not just as a team, but as individuals. He was a very good leader, the best keron had to offer as far as they were concerned. He treated his platoon with as much value and respect as he would treat his own family.
But it didn't really make anyone feel better about the situation.

"It's just a bit of heat Tororo. Don't be a baby." Zoruru grumbled. Acting like this mission seemed like a piece of cake, criticizing the young tadpoles stubbornness to try and hide his own. He hopped up and hung from the ceiling again, like he often did. He enjoyed calling Tororo a baby because he knew how much the Tadpole hated it. He was clearly the youngest member of the platoon and he despised being reminded about it.

"Says the moron that fainted the other day!" The young hacker spat back angrily in rebuttal. He saw Zoruru turn away slightly, crossing his arms in irritation, clearly the remark had embarrassed him. "PUUUpupupupupupupu" Tororo snickered happily, feeling as if he had won, Taruru joined in giggling along too until the assassin on the ceiling gave a feral growl to shut them up.

"Boys! This isn't time for joking around" Came the sudden demand of the female nurse. The other three immediately stopped and turned to look at her. They had almost forgotten that she was there, she was being so quiet. It was strange, normally it was only Zoruru they forgot. It's hard to forget the only female on a spaceship.
The lilac nurse did not look happy. She stood up from her chair and marched out in front of the three younger men, hands on her hips demandingly.

"This is a very serious mission. I know no-one is fond of the heat and dry atmosphere. But as long as we all keep up out water intake, everything will be fine, same as any other mission. Try and stay in the shade whenever possible and do not let yourself run out of water." The girl huffed, giving each of them a very serious look. They could tell that she was genuinely concerned about their individual health and how they would keep up in such an impossible atmosphere. But she trusted greatly in her leader and would do whatever he so instructed.
They all gave her a nod. Not even Zoruru would argue with the woman when she was this serious. She could be quite intimidating when she wanted to be.

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The platoon members each dispersed back to their chambers to pack for the mission. All they really needed was water and weapons…and more water.
But they really did need a lot of water. As many bags as they could carry full of water.
Of course, they chose to also bring along other things. The nurse felt it necessary to bring her medical kit, the young hacker also felt the need to stuff his bag with pizza.
Well you know…he got hungry on missions.
With bags in hands and on backs, weapons hidden or ready to materialize. The group all re-assembled in the ships departing bay. All lining up strait as their leader paced in front of them, re-explaining the mission.

"Recruit Tororo. Is the ship set to stay in stationary orbit until we return?" The serious purple keronjin requested, shooting a small glare at the young hacker tadpole. Tororo stood strait and saluted. He was a child, and a nuisance, five minutes alone with him and anyone could tell this. But the kid really did show his serious soldier side if spoken to in the right tone.
"Sir yes sir."

"Private Fist class Taruru. The departing capsules. You DID oil the steering as I requested. Correct?" The leader demanded, this time turning his attention to the goofy blue keronjin who was staring absentmindedly out of the window and picking his nose. He hopped up with a startle as he was spoken to and saluted too, as Tororo had done. "Uhh….sir yes sir?" He answered, although he obviously hadn't at all listened to the question.

"Good. Then I believe we are all set to go. Once you land your department capsule, wait a few moments until the light turns green, then exit the capsule and re-group. Understood?" Garuru explained, pacing in front of his soldiers. He stopped after a moment and turned to them, a determined leaders expression on his face. The light from the window reflected from his visor, making him look just slightly more intimidating.

"Aye sir." The three soldiers and the nurse responded loudly in unison, raising their hands to their heads in a salute.
Although the five Keronjins all lived together, ate together, trained together, and spent almost every minute of the day together on the ship the majority of the time, treating each other almost as family in some respects.
When it came down to business, they were all soldiers at heart. All other aspects of life were unimportant at this point except for the important mission.
That is what made them such a worthy platoon.

Each of the frogs then climbed into their personal departing capsule. These appeared to be small space crafts, each in a different colour. They were just large enough some one person in each one.

"…Did the lieutenant ask me to fix the steering problem with the capsules the other day?" Taruru suddenly mumbled to himself inside his small ship, putting a hand to his chin and stroking an invisible beard in deep thought.
He did not have time to think for very long though as suddenly the five little ships were propelled from the larger spaceship doors at high speeds, hurtling towards the target planet.
Planet Deserto Sertum.

Zoruru sat back in his capsule, staring distantly out at the massive planet in front of him. He spared a glance through the windscreen to both sides at the other capsules declining with him. He knew it would be several minutes before they had to even steer, so he allowed his mind to wander again. Back to what he had been dreaming about this time, before he awoke inside the ceiling.

-flashback/memory/nightmare-
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The young, sickly pale looking tadpole placed his little froggy hands on the windowsill, using it to lever himself up slightly as to see outside. He was inside a small home, it was old and nicely decorated, the sweet smell of fresh cookies filled the air. The very young boy looked afraid though. He felt afraid. Deathly afraid.

He stared out at the street below. What was once a sweet, kindly old neighbourhood of elderly rabbit aliens. Was being destroyed, torn apart by fierce looking pirates.

The little boy watched in horror, his big plastic eyes shining with tears. He jumped up in terror as a hand reached down and patted him on the head. He flinched and relaxed after a moment, looking up at the owner of the large soft hand. She was an elderly alien, she was large and covered in velvet soft yellow fur. Two large ears flopped down from her head, and her gentle smile reassured him. She continued to pat the small boys head as he grabbed her dress with his little hands and buried his face into her leg.
Her patting him made him feel so very comforted.
It made him feel safe.
It made him feel like he was not alone, and that everything would be okay.
He had not felt like that in a long time now.

Suddenly a loud booming voice, followed by the crash of a door being broken down scared both the creatures from their relaxed state.
"OI! Li'l frog squirt! I know you're in 'ere fake eyes! Don't make me burn the 'ouse down!".
The voice sounded like it belonged to a large alien, it was angry and loud and shook the walls slightly.

The small child looked sick to his stomach as he gripped tighter to the woman's dress, but she pried him away. She pointed to the closet in the corner, mumbling something sweetly in a language he did not understand. He gave a small nod, getting the general idea as he ran over to hide inside, peering through the little keyhole nervously.

The large smelly pirate suddenly burst into the room, shattering the wooden door with his massive clumsy fists. He looked like a gigantic hairy ape, one of his legs was robotic and he wore a black bandana upon his grotty head. His greasy hair all matted and rotting. He was a sight for sore eyes that's for sure.

"Tell me where the slave is wench. Tell me now!" The huge pirate roared, tipping over a table so that it smashed onto the ground. The elderly bunny woman cowered over to the corner defensively, shaking her head and crying out things in a foreign language.
"Won't tell me huh! Well then I a've no choice but ta…" The great monster of a man cried.

Zoruru snapped back to reality as he heard a small repetitive buzzing sound coming from one of the controls from his ship, a little light was lighting up too. The communicator was being rung.
He caught his breath a little. Wait….when had he lost his breath?
The man shook his head a little, realizing a few tears were gathering in the corners of his eyes too. Urgh…that memory was terrible. He couldn't bring himself to remember what had happened next.
What his innocent young eyes had seen happen helplessly through that key hole to that kindly old lady that sacrificed her life to try and help him.
She had been the first person in a long time to make him feel safe. He would never admit it now, but the gentle patting of a hand against his head would still calm him down in any situation. Just the memory of her gentle smile and caring gesture made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

He growled to himself as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hands. "Assassins don't ever cry. Assassins have no heart. I do not care about anything or anyone. All that matters is my mission." He snarled to himself grumpily, putting on a scowl and then pressing the little button to answer the call.
"What?!" He snapped, a little more violently than he had intended to.

To his surprise, it was Tororos face that appeared on the little screen.
"Pupupuuuu" The young hacker snickered his signature laugh, "No need to snap scraps".

"Tororo? What the hell do you want that can't wait until we land? And I told you, don't call me scraps!" The assassin growled. He hated this nickname, he was not fond of being identified by his metal side, and he was designed ….well….re-designed anyway, with great care and quality key components that took many pain staking hours and many people to manufacture and assemble.

"Well I COULD wait until we land. Scraps." The young tadpole laughed again. He had gotten into the habit of this nickname a long time ago, he knew how much it annoyed the poor cyborg, and he LOVED to annoy the cyborg. In all respects, Zoruru probably had just as much entertainment from getting revenge as Tororo had giving the assassin a hard time in the first place. So they worked pretty well.
"But I figured maybe JUST this once I would spare you the embarrassment of needing to talk about your biology in front of the others. Pupupuuuuu".

Zoruru gave a low grown and rubbed his temples with his thumb and forefinger. "…urgh. Fine whatever. What now?". He knew that this meant the kid had something to say about his machinery. He really did hate talking about it though. Not that he was ashamed or anything. As far as he was concerned, he was a deadly killing machine who frightened the life out of people, and that was a good thing, being an assassin.
Although…having to discuss problems and issues with his inner circuitry was a little embarrassing. It felt like having to talk to a doctor about humiliating body issues or something. One time he remembered Tororo had forced the man to have to explain that his internal circuit structure was emitting sparks which were electrocuting his still partially fleshy stomach and causing him to vomit uncontrollably, in front of the rest of the platoon, who in turn, found it very amusing apparently.
That, to the assassin, was humiliating.
So he WAS grateful that every now and then Tororo would come to him discretely about things. Not that he would let the tadpole know this.

"Pupupu. All jokes aside Corporal scraps. You DID faint the other day, and that's like…totally not like you. I have to assume, being the genius I am, that your circuitry over heated and had a meltdown." The little hacker snickered as he stuffed his mouth greedily with pizza.
This planet's atmosphere wayyyyy exceeded your temperature gage's maximum point. If you stay out of the shade for too long and in direct ray of the several suns heat, you might malfunction and shut down without warning.
Not that I would care if you died or anything… just thought you should know. Pu puuu" The tadpole snickered, he then clicked the button and hung up before the assassin could even give a response.

"…Geez, this trip is going to hurt me isn't it". The cyborg grumbled, running his flesh hand down his cold metal arm, feeling it slowly get warmer as they approached the planet.
He really hoped he didn't shut down. He was sure it had never happened before but…Tororo was a smart kid and malfunctioning was not out of the question, especially in extreme weather such as heat.

The man did not have time to worry anyway, because suddenly the warning signal light began to flash, signifying that he needed to steer and land the small ship.
Zoruru grabbed hold of the steering joy stick and….it did not budge.
This was confusing. Wasn't it supposed to move?
He pushed and pulled and tugged at it, he even kicked at it with his metal foot but it wouldn't budge.

He started to get a little concerned as the small space craft began to nose dive, hurtling at maximum velocity towards the gravitational pull of the planet.
Okay… maybe a 'little concerned' was a slight understatement.

"PULL UP! PULL UP!" He yelled frantically in a panic, pressing random other buttons in a worried attempt. He clicked the communications button, connecting to the whole platoon. He took a deep breath and was about to try and speak in a calm tone, he did not want to sound stupid or scared or anything. But he was stopped before he could even open his mouth.

"MY CONTROL STICK WON'T MOVE!" Came a screech that he recognised at Tororo, although he couldn't see any pictures of the screen, he could tell the tadpole was panicking a lot.

"MINE EITHER! I'M GOING TO CRASH! HELP!" Shrieked a female voice this time. It must have been Pururu, he had never heard her sound frightened before. Although it did seem like they were about to die, so I guess she had every right to be terrified.

It seemed like everyone else was having the same problem the assassin was having as the two tadpoles of their team shrieked down the communicator about their control sticks not functioning.

"I…I think I might have forgotten to fix the steering…eheheh…oopsie." Came a slightly nervous, dopey laugh. Immediately recognised at the young Private Taruru.

"TARURU!" Followed an angry scream from all four other frogs.

"I'm sorry! I got distracted and forgot! I didn't mean to-!" The young blue boy began down the microphone. He sounded pretty upset, his voice cracking into a sob, like he had let everyone down.
No one had any pity though. He HAD let everyone down.

"Mayday mayday!" Cried out the leader all of a sudden in a concerned, loud tone. He did not sound scared like the others, but he could see the impending doom like everyone else could.
"Everyone keep your heads down and brace for impact! On the count of three, I need you all to-"
Suddenly the transmission cut off.

Zoruru looked around in a panic at all the glowing little buttons and flashes of light on the ship controls. He had no idea what to do. He was a fearless assassin soldier, but right now he wasn't so afraid to admit that he was pretty scared. He bashed his hands against the communicator trying to get it to turn back on.
"No….no no no. I can't die yet! Not like this!" He cried out, starting to freak out. He pressed random buttons and pulled as hard as he could on the steering stick, pulling it from its hinges.
The assassin paled, his skin turning white as he looked at the broken joystick in his hand.

"I…I didn't think it would end like this…." Were his last quiet words as the small ship hurtled into the hard compacted ground at full speeds with a spectacular crash.

The world went dark.

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{{A/N: HNGHHH! WHY WAS THIS SO LONG?!
I have decided to split this chapter into two parts, possibly three. We'll see how it goes.
And HEY! I know what you're all thinking.
Well stop! Focus on the story! Dirty weirdos.
Ahahahaha! But in all seriousness, NO I DID NOT JUST KILL OFF ALL THE CHARACTERS! RELAX! IT WILL ALL BE OKAY!
I haven't killed anyone okayyyyyy!
Stay tuned to see what happens to the Garuru platoon, and leave a review! :3}}

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