Heads up! This is the sequel/continuation of my last fanfiction, "Apocalypse Now". If you have not read it, PLEASE READ IT FIRST. The plot and character development might be a bit hard to catch on to, but I'll try to re-introduce and summarize all the plot details like any good author would. However, I strongly recommend you read the first part before investing any good time in this one. Thank You all for reading my stories! :D

Apocalypse Now 2: Pacifist Armageddon

Chapter 1: Goodbye Pekopon?

Dororo read and re-read the letter over and over, horror growing in his heart:

ANNOUNCEMENT TO ALL INVADING PLATOON MEMBERS

PLEASE REPORT TO THE GRAND STAR MOTHERSHIP

WITHIN 24 HOURS.

ALL ABLEBODIED KERONIANS ARE DRAFTED TO DEFEND OUR SOIL.

KERON IS UNDER ATTACK.

Since the deadly tribe of shape-shifters sent an assassin, Dimentos, to disrupt the peace in the Hinata Household while a fake Garuru platoon descended with plans to obliterate Pekopon, the platoon had no time to rest. With the AVCW, or Apocalypse Vortex Climactic Weapon destroyed and Pekopon safe from destruction once again, Dororo figured there would be a short time of re-cooperation before they were forced to once again return to the fray, tracking down the mysterious tribe that had plotted such a deadly game.

The Lance Corporal looked up at the sky. They weren't amateurs. Once it was apparent that Pekopon Invasion would fail, the skilled invaders quickly fell back to their second best target: Keron. Without a word, Dororo quickly departed from his home.

"They sure don't waste any time!" mused Keroro as he inspected the letter. "There is no choice. We must return immediately." Giroro especially was taken by surprise by his leader's quick executive decision. Normally, he would have greatly condoned quick and selfless action to protect the motherland, however, as conditions were, his one wish was to spend some time of peace with Natsumi.

"It's going to be hard, ku ku ku…" giggled Kururu, "Don't worry, even if you never see your girl again, I'll always be here…" Giroro shivered instinctively and wacked the Sergeant Major on the head with the butt of his gun. (There will be NO KuruxGiro).

Keroro nodded. "On any normal occasion, I would be reluctant to leave as well, but as situation happens, we were summoned by direct order to retreat and protect. We need our weapons specialist."

Giroro leaned on a wall, "I completely understand," he muttered dejectedly, "We will leave immediately then. I guess I have to tell Natsumi…"

As Giroro moved toward the door, a mixture of pity and sadness filled Keroro's face. He grabbed the Corporal by the shoulder and turned him around. "Since this is a military endeavor that involves bloodshed on our own soil, it will no doubt be a classified file in Keron's war records. If we tell the Hinatas now, after this is all over, they may be traced and mind wiped."

Giroro looked down, shaking. Suddenly, he whipped around and threw Keroro's hand off his shoulder. Quaking with rage, he pounded the wall. "WHAT DO YOU EXPECT OF ME!" he roared, "YOU THINK…you think…I could just leave…after all we've been through…after I finally confessed…WITHOUT EVEN SAYING GOODBYE?" A single tear rolled down his cheek.

"What we expect of you," nodded Dororo calmly, "Is nothing more than the duties of a soldier."

"The last thing I would think to hear coming from a traitor like you, Dororo." Growled Giroro, "But, I guess, you're right. When this is all over, maybe…maybe we will be able to resume the Pekopon Invasion."

"YEAH!" cried Keroro relieved that the outburst had ended without violence, "Let's keep positive! We'll be back! We definitely will."

"Even if we don't come back," piped up Tamama for the first time, "We can still come here if we get vacation time! We won't even have to worry about headquarters thinking we're slacking off!"

"Alright," cried Giroro, the soldier's gleam back in his eyes, "Time to take back our planet." Tightening his trusty belt and donning his signature rocket launcher, he quickly marched out the door leading to the platoon's ship. The rest of the platoon gave each other meaningful glances before rushing off to join their weapon's specialist.

"It's for the best," whispered the Corporal as he left. A single tear rolled down his cheek and splashed softly on the metal floor.

By nightfall, all the platoon members were loaded onto the shuttle, their ride off to Keron. They were shoved into a small space, the roomy lounge of the shuttle taken up by Tamama's sweets and Keroro's Gundam models. For some reason, Kururu hadn't brought any of his electronics.

"Sergeant Major sir, would you kindly shut up?" shot Tamama to the back of the craft. It was only ten minutes into the trip and patients were stretched thin, unaided by the fact that Kururu had just started laughing five minutes ago and hadn't let up once, not even to breathe.

Finally, Giroro snapped and whipped around, submachine gun in hand and loosed a few rounds. One hit Kururu in the chest sending him flying back, the second striking him right in the forehead. The badge turned and the Sergeant Major became a lifeless lump, his color changing to tan and features fading out.

Keroro and Tamama screamed and backed up, even Giroro looked a bit taken aback. Dororo was the first one to react. "A copy robot…that means that Kururu is still…"

Kururu laughed to himself back on Pekopon, a sinister and plot-driving plan forming in his head. Dubstep blaring in the background, the Sergeant Major put the final touches to his plan.

Ambling up the stairs, he first encountered Fuyuki. Showing him the summons from Keron, Kururu explained the situation. The boy was aghast. "We can't just stand here and do nothing!" he exclaimed, "We need to go after them!"

Kururu smirked to himself, how gullible, loyal, pure, and fun this boy was. If he told him that Keroro jumped off a cliff and the only way to save him was to jump off as well, Fuyuki would definitely be the first to volunteer. Probably the reason Momoka loved Fuyuki so much concluded Kururu.

"I just wanted to say goodbye, that's all. Nothing sappy, it would just be very rude to leave without notice," said Kururu, coyly, and seeing the look in Fuyuki's eye, continued, "Nonsense, it would be way too dangerous for humans to get mixed up in Keron's affairs." Feigning sincerity was a lot harder than it looked.

Natsumi walked out from behind the corner, a shocked expression on her face. "I heard everything…" Koyuki was also at her side.

There was a loud rumble outside signaling the arrival of Aki as well as the approach of an NPG helicopter. Everyone was gathered together to say the final goodbyes.

Well, not if Sergeant Major Kururu had any say in it.

PLEASE REVIEW! ALL WHO READ MY FIRST STORY, THANK YOU AGAIN SOOOOO MUCH! DEFINITELY FILL ME IN ON HOW THIS SECOND PART IS PROGRESSING SO FAR. MY CURRENT PLAN IS TO MAKE IT MORE OF A NEW-STORY-LOOSE-SEQUAL KIND OF THING WHERE IT ONLY MAKES REFERENCES TO THE LAST STORY. THAT WAY, YOU DON'T HAVE TO WASTE YOUR TIME READING MY PREVIOUS STUFF :D