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// Chapter 1- The Plan 
// Story: Sgt. Equine 
// by hazelstiltskin 
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	“Why are we here again so soon?” The Corporal growled, peering around the meeting room angrily. "I have things to do!"
What, like clean your weapons? Nice try, tough guy.
“Yeah, Momoka was going to take me to the candy factory in her basement… And then the WcDonalds in her backyard,” Tamama added, fidgeting in his seat. 
Keroro let out a gasp, lifting a floppy packet labeled ‘Invasion Plan’ in big, choppy letters. “What, chocolate and weapons are more important than invading Pekopon?!”
For a moment, there was no reply. The Sergeant Major decided to split the silence with a laugh.
“Kuukuku, so it seems you’ve actually thought of a plan this time?” Kululu chuckled, fidgeting with his KuPod. “That’s pretty rare. Enlighten us, then.”
Keroro's brows knit angrily. He then beheld his packet above his head in both hands as if it were worthy of glorification. “Very well, Sergeant Major! Enlighten you I shall!" The Keronian slammed the packet onto the stand in front of him, leaning over it with mirth. "You see, Pekopon runs on this mysterious thing called ‘horse power’. Apparently it is used in their vehicles and other machines. If we could harness this ‘horse power’ for our own use, then we could create the ultimate weapon that would make invasion as easy as putting together a Gundam model! Gero gero gero!”
“Technically, that still isn’t an invasion plan,” Giroro muttered, deprecation flashing in his gaze.
“Well, so long the weapon doesn't hurt innocent Pekoponians...” Dororo's insert was drowned out as Keroro sharply spat a comeback towards Giroro.
“Oh, I see how it is! First you tell me to create a plan, and once I do you just criticize it! Well I can assure you this will work!” Keroro snapped his head back to the Sergeant Major. “Kululu! Find somewhere we can go to that has a lot of horse power!”
“Sure thing, dear! Ku ku ku!” Kululu popped open his laptop and began rapid scripting. Tamama peeped over the yellow Keronian's shoulder and gave a confused blink before slumping back over to his seat.
Kululu's words aren't that of a crush... they're that of a creep.
“Hmmph. I still doubt it will work,” Giroro grumbled. "How exactly is horse power going to help us?"
“I believe in Uncle’s Plan!” Mois objected in a cheer. 
“That woman…” Came the reply from Tamama.
After a moment more of words being tossed back and forth, Kululu smashed a final key with a loud, THWACK!
"Kuuku, that place almost took me a whole minute to find and create a portal to. I really need to practice more," The Sergeant Major stated, flexing his fingers.
"Excellent work, Sergeant Major! Let's get this show on the road!" Keroro barked, jumping in glee. A part of his mind told him it was too good to be true, and another part told him there was nothing to worry about as this would definitely go as planned. His mind chose the latter, though it was easy to tell from the gleam rolling off of the Sergeant Major's glasses that such a simple invasion would not be so.
"Your wish is my command, Sergeant," Kululu raised up a remote, then pressed a button with the chirp, "Clickey-poo!"
"Horse power, here we come!" Keroro shouted as the platoon of five was silhouetted in a bright white. Their bodies were gently lifted from the ground, the air around them taking a sudden drop then raise in temperature. After a moment they themselves began to shimmer with an impressive glow. Angol Mois saw them off with a smile as they faded from view.
Keroro noticed the world around the five dissolve from the meeting room into a brilliant white. All he could hear was his own screaming and the chuckling of the ever-so-stoic Sergeant Major.
Then it all blacked out to nothing.



Keroro let out a groan as he came to. He ached all over, somewhat like having your whole body fall asleep and begin tingling as your blood starts to flow once more. This is the sensation that forced his eyelids open. All that the world could offer fluttered into view. 
Keroro blinked the grogginess from his eyes and right away could tell he wasn't near the base, nor the Hinata house it was located under, and most likely not even the city it was located in.
This place was calm and happy and smelt strongly of grass, flowers, and other natural scents. There were barely any clouds in the sky, welcoming the sun that yawned down from above. He was lying somewhere on a dirt road, green grass reaching up in clumps here and there. In the distance a small town of some sort was vaguely visible.
"Seems like something from a silly T.V. show," He grumbled, straining his arms to pick himself up. 
Oh, the irony.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Narrator? And what are you talking about?"
He didn't need the reply. Fear plummeted throughout his being as he realized his forelimbs bent rather awkwardly. A-Are my arms broken?! The tingling was slowly beginning to ebb away, yet he couldn't feel his fingers. What once were functioning digits were now a dull numbness. He craned his head, alarm further lodging itself into his heart as he realized he had a surprisingly long neck The statement that he had a neck at all was all the more fear-inducing as he slowly looked over his arms.
Or... forelegs?
"What the-- Gerooo!" The scream dislodged some birds from a nearby tree. 
The Sergeant leaped to his- well, his hooves. "Why do I look like some inflated balloon animal?!" He shrieked, stomping each of his legs. The hooves he was now equipped with were pounding up dirt. It only took one swing of his head for him to assure his precious yellow cap was still equipped, but now he had a bushy green tail sprouting from his rear end. In fact, his whole body was covered in a slightly deeper shade of green fur. 
"K-Kululu! Something went wrong!" Keroro snapped, trotting in a small circle. "I look like some pony or something!" He could just barely make out his white underbelly, seeing how his head wouldn't twist far enough for him to see. One more feature caught his eye. "Wha... Why is there a giant star on my butt instead of my belly?! Kululu, what did you do?!" 
I am so putting this on Facebook.
Keroro whipped his head around, glaring into the sky before scanning for the yellow Keronian. He didn't see him. "K-Kululu?"
He trot towards a nearby bush, placing much effort into syncing how his hind legs and forelegs moved. "Dogs make it look so easy," He muttered after hesitantly extending a limb to move around the bush's foliage as if someone could possibly be hiding there. 
"Tamama? Giroro?" He called, swinging his head around the other way and cantering back to where he'd first woken up in this strange land. "No worries, if I sit tight I'm sure they'll all show up," He huffed, plopping down onto his rump. His tail made sitting awkward, so he had to shift a few times before finally deciding to sprawl out onto his belly. Maybe it was the fact that the green Keronian had turned into a dog and even a dragon once that kept him relatively calm in his new equine state.
He hummed to his favorite theme for awhile, eager for something to do, then began naming the Gundam models in alphabetical order aloud. 
His head jerked up suddenly. "Oh, Mr. Narrator~!"
No.
"Fine! Who needs you, anyway?" Keroro huffed, then returned to his own endeavors. 
After that, he messed around in the dirt path, making small indents with his hoof. "That Sergeant Major... When I see him I'm going to give him a piece of my mind!" Keroro grumbled.
What felt like an eternity of laying and waiting on something to happen passed, inclining Keroro to finally rise to his hooves. "Grr... That's it! I'm just going to head over to that town and see if there are any Pekoponians who can help me, a talking, colorful pony thing... Well, I'll cross that bridge once I get to it! After all, I did pretty well as a Keronian! Gero gero gero!" The former-Keronian trotted down the dirt path, flicking his new tail a couple of times. "You know, this isn't all that bad!"