AWAFD IX: Conscious by MasterSgtUchuchu, literature
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AWAFD IX: Conscious
"Sir."
"Sir...The transmission is complete."
"Corporal? Sir, enemies are nearby, we should vacate this area."
The words seemed to blur in his mind as Giroro began to stir. Normally he was very much an easy waker, being a soldier in mind a heart, but the lack of nutrients was beginning to take it's toll on the maroon Keronian.
He sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his head, mouth opening in a large yawn. Giving himself a few minutes to allow his vision to clear and to force his aching stomach into submission.
"Sir--"
"Yes--yes I know, I'm awake." He stood up, giving his back a little pop back into a comfortable place. "We'll just have
A blast shook the ground, catapulting rubble in every direction, sure to pierce through skin no matter how thick. Keroro was forced to dive, ducking behind a concrete wall, barely even grimacing as several shards of gravel sliced across his skin. He hollered something into the opaque dust that clouded his vision and heard Fuyuki call back in return. He was alright, so Keroro ducked out from under his covering, picking the gun off of a mutilated Pekoponian corpse and scattering gunshots into the smoke.
As the bodies collapsed as he ran past, he finally saw the menacing shadow of the machine enveloped in the smog. Using the cover of the fa
AWAFD IX: Conscious by MasterSgtUchuchu, literature
Literature
AWAFD IX: Conscious
"Sir."
"Sir...The transmission is complete."
"Corporal? Sir, enemies are nearby, we should vacate this area."
The words seemed to blur in his mind as Giroro began to stir. Normally he was very much an easy waker, being a soldier in mind a heart, but the lack of nutrients was beginning to take it's toll on the maroon Keronian.
He sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his head, mouth opening in a large yawn. Giving himself a few minutes to allow his vision to clear and to force his aching stomach into submission.
"Sir--"
"Yes--yes I know, I'm awake." He stood up, giving his back a little pop back into a comfortable place. "We'll just have
A blast shook the ground, catapulting rubble in every direction, sure to pierce through skin no matter how thick. Keroro was forced to dive, ducking behind a concrete wall, barely even grimacing as several shards of gravel sliced across his skin. He hollered something into the opaque dust that clouded his vision and heard Fuyuki call back in return. He was alright, so Keroro ducked out from under his covering, picking the gun off of a mutilated Pekoponian corpse and scattering gunshots into the smoke.
As the bodies collapsed as he ran past, he finally saw the menacing shadow of the machine enveloped in the smog. Using the cover of the fa
The fires burned for days, hungrily devouring building and plant life alike. the number of dead piled higher, and it was impossible to know what was going on in the rest of the world save for a few radio stations which desperately attempted to keep things in update and people who had not been imprisoned filled with hope. The invasion hadn't yet taken on the whole world, it was spreading from Japan out, splaying about like a hand curling it's fingers across the globe to snatch it up into it's grasp. Military efforts did their best to keep the hostiles out, though it was futile.
Communications one by one went down, networks severed, and tho
And We All Fall Down I: Rebellion by MasterSgtUchuchu, literature
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And We All Fall Down I: Rebellion
The whole thing progressed quickly, far too quickly. In it's entirety, the chaos lasted for a day and suddenly their whole world was turned upside down. And Keroro was left wondering how this could have possibly happened as he and, he assumed, his platoon were driven to an unknown location.
He didn't know where he was, but he at least knew he was in some sort of vehicle. His surroundings were completely dark, but he could feel the unmistakable shifting and bumping of movement, and the rumble of an engine. His bones ached with every jolt, and it took him a bit to realize he was lying down as well.
AWAFD II: Work To DO by MasterSgtUchuchu, literature
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AWAFD II: Work To DO
"They're gone, all of them, my friends--every last one of them--"
"Gunsou--"
Keroro sat on the ground, defeated and suffering. The Keroro ball lie forgotten at his side as he stared down at the blaze that was once a prison for him, his platoon, and who knows how many others. Thanks to Kululu, he and Fuyuki were now safe atop a hill overlooking the ruin, but he didn't feel safe, he didn't feel grateful.
He felt cheated. Why did Kululu have to be smart, why did he have to have a back-up plan? Why couldn't they all have just died there together and that would be the end? Instead, he lost everyone, includi
AWAFD IV: Birth of the Demon Sergeant by MasterSgtUchuchu, literature
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AWAFD IV: Birth of the Demon Sergeant
He must've sobbed for a good hour before the tears ran dry. After that, he just trembled silently reflecting on all that had happened.
Fuyuki looked on, worried and slightly nervous. Keroro had grown deathly silent and he wasn't sure he was prepared to handle whatever emotional throw-back this would have on the Sergeant. Nothing that came to his mind seemed like the right thing to say and he was almost frustrated that he couldn't be more useful for the defeated Keronian.
He watched curiously as Keroro stopped shaking all together, before a silent murmuring caught his ear and he listened carefully.
"Where are you....answer me....everyone
AWAFD V: Given Purpose by MasterSgtUchuchu, literature
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AWAFD V: Given Purpose
There is something to be said for the calamities that drive people, and turn them into powerful forces of nature, or leave them behind in the dust. While a single event sends ripples out in every direction, that central point unites them. They could travel across the world, hitting obsticals along the way. At some point they may end up meeting again even if it takes a lifetime to reunite. So there is some solice in the seperation of companions and loved ones, knowing that the universe commands that there will always be ties that cannot be undone.
Things may not be the same the next time, but everyt
The fires burned for days, hungrily devouring building and plant life alike. the number of dead piled higher, and it was impossible to know what was going on in the rest of the world save for a few radio stations which desperately attempted to keep things in update and people who had not been imprisoned filled with hope. The invasion hadn't yet taken on the whole world, it was spreading from Japan out, splaying about like a hand curling it's fingers across the globe to snatch it up into it's grasp. Military efforts did their best to keep the hostiles out, though it was futile.
Communications one by one went down, networks severed, and tho
A blast shook the ground, catapulting rubble in every direction, sure to pierce through skin no matter how thick. Keroro was forced to dive, ducking behind a concrete wall, barely even grimacing as several shards of gravel sliced across his skin. He hollered something into the opaque dust that clouded his vision and heard Fuyuki call back in return. He was alright, so Keroro ducked out from under his covering, picking the gun off of a mutilated Pekoponian corpse and scattering gunshots into the smoke.
As the bodies collapsed as he ran past, he finally saw the menacing shadow of the machine enveloped in the smog. Using the cover of the fa
AWAFD IX: Conscious by MasterSgtUchuchu, literature
Literature
AWAFD IX: Conscious
"Sir."
"Sir...The transmission is complete."
"Corporal? Sir, enemies are nearby, we should vacate this area."
The words seemed to blur in his mind as Giroro began to stir. Normally he was very much an easy waker, being a soldier in mind a heart, but the lack of nutrients was beginning to take it's toll on the maroon Keronian.
He sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his head, mouth opening in a large yawn. Giving himself a few minutes to allow his vision to clear and to force his aching stomach into submission.
"Sir--"
"Yes--yes I know, I'm awake." He stood up, giving his back a little pop back into a comfortable place. "We'll just have
Greeting Pekoponians! Master Sergeant Uchuchu here, though that's just my military name~
This is actually just a page to throw all of my Keroro Gunso fanart on because it's threatening to invade my normal gallery currently. So we're making some changes.
Uchuchu (known by 2 other names) is my OC, not that I really use it much yet but maybe in the future. It came about when I drew my friends and I as Keronians....woot.