Keroro Gunsou: The Azumanga Daioh Adventure! Chapter 30

All right; update time has arrived! :)

Boy, I felt rusty writing this...lol

Seems like a long time since I did an update...


Well; anyway; here it is! The next chapter of the fanfic; and the story of God Keroro starts...

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Keroro Gunsou: The Azumanga Daioh Adventure!



Part 30: “Angol Mois: The rise of God Keroro! De arimasu!”



“After a long battle, it appears that the Keroro Platoon has lost the battle…” The narrator states, “…for with the capture of Kamiya and Keroro himself, things look bleak…”

“Why did you capture the stupid frog again?” Mecha-Alisa asks; her skin still completely gone and her circuitry exposed.

“Because” “we” “need” “to” “prove” “a” “point…” The Originals state; floating in front of 3 tubes. On one side is Kamiya Yumenna, in the middle is Keroro Gunsou, and on the far end is Terere.

“I have a question still…” Mecha-Alisa states, looking up at the Originals. “What” “would” “that” “be,” “my” “child…” They ask, looking down at her with their glowing eyes. “Why did we not destroy the other Keronian as well; the one that was partnered with our main target?” She asks.

“Both” “of” “them” “were” “our” “targets” “so” “naturally” “we” “had” “to” “capture” “them” “together.” The Originals reply.

Mecha-Alisa growls a little bit, tapping her foot on the ground. Suddenly, she raises her arm and extends a cannon out of it; aiming it at Terere’s tube. “The Keronian is completely useless to us; there’s no reason to let her live any longer!” Mecha-Alisa screams with anger.

“There” “is “much” “you” “do” “not” “understand” “my” “child…” The Originals state as Mecha-Alisa looks up at them slowly.

Moments later; she starts shorting out and her circuits begin to fry; causing her to fall to her knees and cry out in pain. “One” “of” “those” “things” “is” “your” “place” “fool!” The Originals state in a tone of disapproval; showing no mercy as they torture her with their powers.

“You” “see…” “it” “ultimately” “does” “not” “matter” “if” “the” “Keronian” “lives” “or” “dies…” The Originals state as they turn and face the 3 tubes again, “They” “are” “already” “dead” “anyway…”

“Meanwhile…” The narrator states.

“What happened to her?!” Fuyuki asks as him and the others watch as Saburo carries the distraught Mois into a hallway in the school.

“I’m not really sure…” Saburo replies as she gently helps Mois sit down, “…She was like this when I found her.”

“Mois-chan, what happened?” Fuyuki asks, walking over to her and kneeling down in front of her. Natsumi, Tamama and Giroro watch from a short distance away.

“Uncle’s gone…Uncle’s gone…” Mois starts, unable to say anything more as she shakes and starts to tear up. Fuyuki looks over at Saburo and Saburo sighs a little.

“She didn’t say much more than that to me either. When I first found her and asked her who took Keroro, all she said was ‘God’.” Saburo replies.

“God?” Natsumi asks, confused. “Why would she say that? It makes no sense at all!” Giroro states; just as confused.

“It’s obvious she’s hysterical…she must have seen something to traumatize her like this.” Saburo states.

“Anything would do that, desu.” Tamama mutters sarcastically. “What’s your problem, Tamama?” Natsumi suddenly snaps; looking down at him.

He looks up in shock, and looks down in shame. “I’m…just…well…” Tamama begins, and then he suddenly snaps and rushes towards Mois.

Much to everyone’s shock; he starts gathering up a giant ball of hatred and raises it above his head; aiming it at her.

“How dare you be with my Gunsou-san and not save him; you bitch! That’s unforgivable!!” Tamama screams, unable to control his anger anymore.

But before he can release his fury upon Mois, Giroro grabs him and restrains him; causing his hatred ball to dissipate. “Tamama Nittouhei; stop!!” Giroro shouts; trying to hold him back.

“I’m…sorry…” Mois replies softly; causing everyone; including Tamama and Giroro; to stop and look at her.

“Mois-chan?” Natsumi asks; sitting down on her legs and looking over at her. “I’m so sorry, everyone…” Mois starts, crying as she speaks, “…They were too powerful, I couldn’t stop them…”

“Who are they? Who is this God you said took Keroro?” Saburo asks her softly.

“I don’t know how to explain it…they shouldn’t exist anymore. They were defeated long ago by the Angol tribe; they were cast in exile...” Mois begins, looking up at everyone a little, “…But that was eons ago.”

“Defeated by the Angol tribe you say…” A voice states, and they all turn to see Kururu walk into the room.

“Kururu? I thought you were with Koyuki and Dororo?” Giroro states, looking over at him. “I did what I could; they were frozen in time…” Kururu begins, walking towards them, “…I contacted the Space Police; who had just found a way to unfreeze the time bubble around one of their policewomen; and they helped me with Koyuki and Dororo. They will need a lot of time to recover and adjust to our time again though, ku ku ku…”

“The Space Police too…” Natsumi states quietly. “Yes, they are mobilizing and preparing to come to Pekopon with full re-enforcements right now.” Kururu replies as he grabs his computer and sits down.

“Wait…before you were saying something…” Saburo starts, looking over at Kururu. Kururu nods and turns the laptop towards them. “Is this what you saw?” Kururu asks, showing the screen to Mois.

Suddenly Mois recoils in horror, screaming as she sees the screen and covering her eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes, ku ku ku…” Kururu snickers as he pulls his laptop back.

“What are those?” Fuyuki asks, looking at the screen where 5 small orbs form a circle with electricity floating between them.

“They are called simply the Originals. No one really knows where they came from; but they were part of one of the oldest religions on Keron.” Kururu begins.

“Don’t tell me…they really were gods?” Natsumi comments.

“In essence…” Kururu continues as he reads from his laptop, “I remembered something about them being defeated by the Angol tribe; so I decided to look it up. According to this, they were gods, worshipped by ancient Keronians before we really became civilized. They claimed to be the first beings; from which all Keronians descended; hence their name; but that was later proven to be false. They were also said to be inter-dimensional beings, not bound by time and able to control psychic powers. They ruled over the ancient Keronians and forced them to do slave labor; building monuments to them and never giving them anything in return.”

“Not very nice gods…” Natsumi comments. “No, they weren’t,” Kururu continues, smirking a little, “They were worshipped as gods out of fear. It was a short time after that when the Angols and the Keronians became friends and joined an alliance to get rid of the Originals once and for all.” Kururu explains.

“How come I never heard any of this before?” Giroro asks. “Because the Originals were never that big and they only controlled a small portion of Keron; but it was enough to be a real problem.” Kururu continues, “After the alliance between the Angols and the Keronians; they joined forces and fought against the 5 Originals.”

“5? You mean that there were only 5 of them?” Natsumi shouts in shock. “Yes…” Kururu replies, a little irritated with all of the interruptions, “…They were five. Their names were Rara, Rere, Riri, Roro, and Ruru. Each was only able to say one word and formed sentences by spinning in a circle and speaking one at a time.”

“They don’t sound that powerful…” Natsumi mutters; crossing her arms. “Don’t underestimate them…if this is truly them that we are facing; then we really don’t stand a chance.” Kururu replies.

“WHAT?!” They all shout in shock as Kururu looks up at them, while Mois only nods silently unnoticed.

“You’re saying that there’s no way to stop these ancient ball thingies?” Natsumi shouts in disbelief.

“As I was saying; the Keronians and the Angols joined forces against them and were only barely able to defeat them. It took the entire force of the Angol tribe 3 years to finally draw them into a stalemate; at which time the Originals finally admitted defeat just before the Keronians and the Angols were about to give up themselves. They agreed to go into exile and never return to Keron; and free those who were under their control. After they left; the Angols destroyed everything related to the Originals; and the Keronians erased them from the history books…”

“…But it was never erased from Angol history,” Mois said, continuing Kururu’s story, “…I was told this story when I was a very small child. The story was meant to scare me; my classmates at school would tell me it and tease me; chasing me down the halls saying that the Originals would come to get me in my sleep! You could say, a terrifying experience?”

“So, you knew all about them already, didn’t you?” Fuyuki asks her and she nods. “I never really knew that it was all true…I was so scared when I saw them that I froze in place; unable to move. They came into the room; seemingly unaffected by the walls. They passed through them as if they weren’t even there!” Mois explains.

Everyone sits around and listens as Mois continues. “They looked at me, and each of them spoke to me. Their voices…” Mois begins as she pulls her arms in close to her chest, closing her eyes tightly, “…Their voices…they weren’t like anything I had ever heard before. I could hear them inside my head; it was like they could peer into my mind and see my every thought!”

“Mois-chan…” Natsumi mutters with sadness as they continue listening to her. “They said, ‘An Angol…to think that we let your species survive…’. They said it with such hatred, and I looked down at Keroro who was staring in shock at all that was happening. They looked at him and then at me; and it gets fuzzy after that…I can only remember bits and pieces. You could say, an incomplete memory?” Mois asks.

“Tell us what you remember.” Saburo states. “I remember seeing Keroro floating in front of them; and the shape of a star forming between the Originals; and then the room was empty; as if they weren’t even there…” Mois states.

Suddenly she begins crying again uncontrollably. “They were too powerful; I couldn’t stop them. I froze up completely; I could do anything! I couldn’t even use my Lucifer Spear against them…I wanted to save my beloved Uncle so much; but I couldn’t do anything. I never felt so helpless…”

“It’s alright now, Mois-chan…” Natsumi says, putting her arm around her. Suddenly Mois pushes it away, causing Natsumi to stumble and fall on her back.

“No it’s not alright! They’ve got Uncle; and there’s no way we can get him back!!” Mois screams, sobbing as she suddenly gets up and runs away.

“Somebody stop her!” Saburo shouts and Giroro and Natsumi get up and rush after her. “Kururu, is this really true? Is there nothing we can do to stop them?” Saburo asks; looking at him.

Kururu looks on silently; looking away as Saburo asks.

“NO!” Fuyuki suddenly shouts as tears start flowing down his cheeks, “We can’t just let this happen! Gunsou’s my precious friend and I won’t lose him! Not without a fight!”

He stands to his feet and shakes as he tries to control his emotions. “Fuyuki…” Saburo states with a tone of sadness as he too stands to his feet.

“We have to do something! I can’t lose him…I won’t…” Fuyuki cries out; grabbing Saburo by the shoulders.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” Kururu asks Saburo. Saburo nods and grabs his pen from his pocket.

“I know…” Saburo states, his expression showing full well that he knew what it meant, “…But we really don’t have a choice.”

“Elsewhere…” The narrator states.

“So, where is Fuyuki?” Alisa Southerncross asks; sitting in the helicopter with Momoka and Paul. “They went to the school…there was something that they needed to do there with Kamiya-san.” Momoka replies with a smile.

How dare she still address my Fuyuki-kun so casually… Inner Momoka growls angrily while Momoka smiles on the outside.

“Should we go there too?” Alisa asks. “Actually; Kururu-dono contacted me and suggested we stop by the Hinata residence first,” Paul begins from the cockpit, “…He said that Koyuki-dono and Dororo-dono would be there and probably fully covered at that time as well.”

“Fully recovered?” Momoka asks, looking towards the front of the helicopter at Paul. “Yes, Momoka ojou-sama. He said that were hurt but he didn’t elaborate.” Paul replies.

“I hope everyone’s alright…” Momoka mutters quietly, looking down at the floor of the helicopter with sadness.

“Meanwhile…” The narrator states.

“What do you wish for me to do now, my lord?” Tokiki asks, still kneeling before them. The Originals turn to him and force him to stand to his feet.

“You” “will” “go” “to” “these” “coordinates,” They explain as coordinates pop up on his time disruptor, “We” “expect” “the” “Space” “police” “to” “be” “arriving” “there” “shortly…”

“The Space police! Again!” Tokiki shouts in shock. “Yes…” “Make” “sure” “they” “are” “greeted” “properly…” The Originals state, and Tokiki smiles with an evil grin.

“Oh yes…with pleasure!” Tokiki shouts as he grabs a small hover board and goes towards a door. As the door opens; he leaves the building and flies away.

“Forgive me for asking this, but why are we in this building again?” Mecha-Alisa asks; barely functioning as she looks up at them in fear.

“Ah” “we” “see” “that” “you” “have” “not” “learned” “your” “place” “yet!” The Originals state as they look down at her. Suddenly the room goes dark as the light from their eyes starts to increase.

“NOOOO!!!” Mecha-Alisa screams as she cowers in fear; pulling her arms over her face and looking at them through holes in her metal skeleton.

Moments later, the room starts to lighten up again as their eyes return to normal. “We” “are” “here” “because” “we” “needed” “a” “place” “to” “house” “the” “three” “hostages…” The Originals explain.

“Do you think they will come looking for them?” Mecha-Alisa asks; still trembling in fear. “It” “does” “not” “matter” “if” “they” “do…” The Originals begin, “…We” “have” “been” “idle” “for” “far” “too” “long!” “Time” “is” “not” “something” “for” mortals” “to” “be” “toying” “with,” “and” “now” “it” “is” “time” “for” “us” “to” “step” “in” “and” “end” “it” “once” “and” “for” “all!”

“You can’t…” Mecha-Alisa begins, when she suddenly stops and starts bowing her head. “Forgive me, master, I did not know my place!”

“Perhaps” “you” “need” “to” “be” “reprogrammed…” The Originals begin, “You” “appear” “to” “be” “misguided…”

“No! Not that! Please don’t!!” Mecha-Alisa screams in fear. “You” “have” “sympathetical” “emotions…” The Originals growl; looking down at her, “We” “did” “not” “grant” “those” “to” “you” “when” “we” “created” “you…”

“I don’t know where I got them, honest! I don’t know…something must have happened when I was defeated by the real Alisa Southerncross!” Mecha-Alisa cries out.

Suddenly; a noise catches their attention and they turn to see Kamiya starting to move a little in her tube. “She’s waking up, master!” Mecha-Alisa cries out in shock.

“So” “it” “would” “seem…” The Originals state, “We” “don’t” “have” “much” “time” “then.”

“What do you mean?” Mecha-Alisa asks. “We” “can” “not” “explain” “it” “to” “an” inferior” “mind…” The Originals reply as they float towards Keroro’s tube.

“Inferior…?” Mecha-Alisa mutters quietly; looking down at her metal skeleton, “…Is that all I am to you, master?”

“All” “sentient” “beings” “are” “inferior” “and” “deserve” “to” “be” “slaves” “to” “those” “not” “bound” “by” “time” “and” “space…” The Originals state, pulling Keroro straight through his tube as if it weren’t there.

“You don’t even care about what happens to me, do you?” Mecha-Alisa begins, painfully standing to her feet, “You don’t even care what happens to my sister, Atsuko and Tokiki either; do you?!”

Suddenly the Originals turn to her as the entire room turns pitch black and their eyes shoot out bolts of electricity.

“KNOW” “YOUR” “PLACE!!” The Originals scream as Mecha-Alisa screams as loud as she can.

Suddenly, she explodes in a massive explosion; sending parts of her flying in all directions all across the room.

“Fool…” The Originals state, as nothing remains of her but a few pieces of metal and a smoking pile of dust.

“We” “created” “you” “and” “Atsuko” “Setsuko” “with” “certain” “and” “individual” “emotions” “in” “order” “to” “play” “upon” “the” “target’s” “emotions…” The Originals begin, “that” “was” “a” “mistake…”

“However…” The Originals continue, still holding Keroro in the air with their powers, “…We” “will” “require” “you” “still,” “so…”

Suddenly; the parts of her strewn across the room start to coalesce and join together. Moments later; a brilliant flash of light flashes across the room and Mecha-Alisa emerges from the light; fully restored with her clothes and hair.

“Welcome” “back” “our” “servant…” The Originals state, looking at her. “Yes, master…” Mecha-Alisa replies with an evil insane smirk.

“Meanwhile, back at the school…” The narrator states.

“Ohhh…” Atsuko groans as she slowly starts to open her eyes. As she opens them; she sees Saburo, Kururu, Giroro, Mois, Tamama, Fuyuki and Natsumi all looking down at her.

“You!” She shouts suddenly as she tries to move; but then cries out in pain and slumps back down.

“Well; she’s awake at least…” Kururu mutters sarcastically.

“What do you want?” Atsuko growls, trying to hide her pain. “We don’t want anything…” Fuyuki replies, causing Atsuko to look at him with a slight expression of shock.

She tries to push herself up a little with her arm and barely manages to, cringing in pain the whole time. “What do you mean you don’t want anything?” Atsuko asks him.

“Well…” Fuyuki begins, looking up a little in thought and then back down at her, “…All we want is to make sure that you’re O.K.”

“Make sure that I’m O.K.? Are you insane?!” Atsuko asks him, “I’m your enemy, why do you waste your time?”

“Because at the last minute; you showed your true self…” Fuyuki explains with a smile, “You told Yumenna-san your true feelings about her.”

“Kamiya!” Atsuko exclaims in shock, looking up and around, “Where did see go?!”

Suddenly, pain courses through her body, and she lies back down on the ground.

“She was taken…we were able to determine that Tokiki took her while you were unconscious.” Giroro explains.

“No…how could he have taken her!” Atsuko cries out.

“Wasn’t that what he was supposed to do in the first place?” Natsumi mutters, her eyes shrunk down to tiny dots as a sweatdrop appears on the back of her head.

“Oh, right…” Atsuko replies with a sheepish smile.

“Do you know where he took her?” Saburo asks her. “Not really, I never went to the bosses’ headquarters…” Atsuko begins, “But I can tell you how to find Tokiki.”

“Oh?” Kururu asks, looking down at her. “Yes. If he used his weapon on her; it’ll leave a trail of mild time disturbance in its wake. If you have sensitive enough equipment; you can find it and track it right back to him…that’s saying he didn’t deactivate it before he got back to headquarters; but I doubt it, since they wanted her alive but incapacitated.”

“Kururu, can you do it?” Saburo asks him. “Kukuku…no problem!” Kururu replies with a thumb’s up to him and Saburo smiles back.

“So, what do we do with her then, desu?” Tamama asks. “We help her out…I’m sure that we can be good friends; right Setsuko-san?” Fuyuki asks her; extending out his hand to her.

Atsuko looks at his hand for a second, and then nods. “Yes, anything for my Kamiya!” Atsuko replies; standing to her feet with Fuyuki’s assistance.

“After all; Tokiki left me behind…it’s apparent that they don’t need me anymore.” Atsuko replies with a smile.

“Meanwhile, back with the Originals…” The narrator states.

“As” “for” “you…” The Originals state, looking at the unconscious Keroro, “You” “are” “the” “destined” “one,” “the” “one” “we’ve” “been” “waiting” “for.” “You” “are” “the” “one” “who” “controls” “the” “powers” “of” “an” “Angol” “and” “carries” “the” “symbol” “of” “the” “Keron” “Army…”

“In case you’re all wondering what they’re referring to…” The narrator states with a sigh as he displays a flashback of Keroro playing with Angol Mois; and then Angol Mois fighting for Keroro.

“You” “will” “be” “our” “emissary…” The Originals state as they start spinning in a circle; faster and faster as a giant star appears in the middle of their circle; the same star that on Keroro’s stomach.

“Arise,” “GOD” “KERORO!!” The Originals state as a beam of energy shoots out from the star in the circle and slams into Keroro’s body.

Suddenly; Keroro’s body begins to change as his skin turns darker and large eyebrows and a long mustache grow from his face. A giant crown appears on his head and a long cape appears on his back. Two rings appear on his wrists and a pair of boots appear on his feet.

Moments later, his eyes turn completely red as a giant silver staff appear in his right hand and he clenches it tightly.

“MY NAME IS GOD KERORO, EMISSARY OF THE GODS…” He bellows out as he hovers in the air, an aura of energy surrounding him as the Originals float behind him; channeling their energy into him.

He extends out his hand as a wave of power courses over the staff and a wicked smile crosses his face; revealing his teeth, “…AND NOW COMES THE END OF DAYS, DE!”

“Oh no, Keroro’s been changed into a weapon!” The narrator states in despair, “What’s going to happen now?! Can anyone stop him?”

“No…” Kamiya mutters as she barely wakes up; seeing God Keroro a short distance in front of her tube. She presses her hand against the glass; still suspended in mid-air in the tube and hangs her head in shame.

“Elsewhere…” The narrator states.

“Nishizawa-san! Alisa-chan!” Fuyuki shouts as he sees Momoka’s helicopter land on top of the school and they step out of it.

Why does he call her that and me Nishizawa-san?! Momoka flares; her inner side showing through as Alisa walks towards him unnoticed by her.

“What is happening, Fuyuki?” Alisa asks, looking at him. “We just found out a few minutes ago that Kamiya and Tokiki are gone. It appears that Tokiki managed to get away; but Kururu was able to find a trail to the Tokiki’s location. It’s an abandoned building just across town.” Fuyuki explains.

“Where are the others, Fuyuki-kun?” Momoka asks; rushing in and stepping in front of Alisa. “They’ve gone ahead; I was waiting here for you with someone else…” Fuyuki explains.

“Someone else?” Alisa asks, and they all look to see Atsuko Setsuko standing a short distance behind him.

“Who’s that?” Momoka asks, when suddenly a shower of shurikens fly by them and right at Atsuko.

“Don’t trust her! She’s an evil agent!” Koyuki shouts as her and Dororo step out of the helicopter. “How do you know?” Momoka shouts, looking back at them. “We can tell…” Dororo states, “Assassin magic, identification.”

“No need to worry…” Atsuko states as she walks towards them, having been missed completely by the shurikens. “How did we miss?” Koyuki asks in shock.

“We are still rather weak…” Dororo admits with shame.

“I’m no longer working for my former masters anymore. When Tokiki escaped; he left me behind. They don’t care about me at all; and they never did…I was misguided. I saw the friendship you all have together and I realized my mistake…and I love my Kamiya-chan too much to fight against her and let them hurt her! I must accompany you and rescue her!” Atsuko explains.

“You…love her?” Koyuki asks in shock. “It’s a long story…” Fuyuki comments, sweatdropping.

“We missed a lot, it seems…” Koyuki comments, sweatdropping as well.

“I will assist you guys in any way possible!” Atsuko states, holding up her fist in defiance. “Thank you, Setsuko-san.” Fuyuki replies with a smile.

“Alright, everyone, let’s go then!” Momoka shouts; gesturing everyone towards the awaiting helicopter.

As they all get into the helicopter, Koyuki and Dororo suddenly sense something and look out across the top of the school.

“What is it?” Fuyuki asks them. “Teichou-dono…” Dororo begins quietly, “…Something’s happened; it’s started.”

“What?” Fuyuki asks with concern. “The end,” Dororo begins with fear in his voice, “We need to go now!”

“Meanwhile…” The narrator states.

“That’s the building there!” Kururu states as they continue tracking it inside the large ship of the Keroro Platoon.

Suddenly, a brilliant flash appears above the building and a streak of light zips out and right at them; impacting with the ship and causing it to explode.

Everyone goes flying in all directions; crashing a short distance down to the ground and impacting hard.

“What was that?!” Giroro shouts after a few moments of recovery time from the impact with the ground; grabbing his guns from subspace. “Those will be useless, de!” A voice booms; and they look up to see a figure floating in the air; silhouetted by a brilliant light behind him.

“Who are you?” Giroro asks, shielding his eyes from the light a little.

“My name is God Keroro, de. I am the emissary of the Originals; and destroyer of this planet, de!” God Keroro replies; emerging from the light a little as he separates from the Originals a little and lands on the ground.

“God…Keroro?!” Giroro shouts in shock; his eyes growing wide as he stares at him. “Move aside, now, de!” God Keroro shouts; waving his hand and throwing Giroro hundreds of feet aside and slamming him into a near by building.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?!” Saburo shouts, now on his feet and staring at him. “Pekoponjin are a weak species and do not deserve to exist past the age of 0, de.” God Keroro states, his flaring red eyes looking over at Saburo.

Saburo freezes for a moment in terror; but then gains a hold of himself and grabs his pen. “So, you think that all Pekoponjin are weak, do you?” Saburo asks with a smile as he pulls out a small paper pad from one of his pocket.

“Do you wish to prove me wrong, Pekoponjin, de?” God Keroro asks, his expression still an evil smirk. “As a matter of fact, yes!” Saburo shouts as he writes something on a piece of paper.

Suddenly, a shower of giant metal letters form in the air and shoot straight for God Keroro. “Interesting, de…” God Keroro mutters as he lifts his hand and stops them in mid flight.

“Impossible!” Saburo shouts in shock. “Not impossible, just beyond Pekoponjin comprehension, de.” God Keroro mutters as he crushes the words into a giant metal block and raises it into the air.

“Now, die, de!” God Keroro shouts, slamming the giant metal ball on top of Saburo. Moments later; after the dust settles; the ball rolls away to reveal a metal housing protecting Saburo from the impact.

“How persistent, de…” God Keroro mutters, “…If only sentient beings would realize their death and accept it, de…”

God Keroro looks at Saburo; and Saburo looks down at him and begins to tremble a little. “Know your place, Pekoponjin, de…leave now; my business is not with you, de.” He states as he starts to walk away.

“Hey!” Saburo shouts as God Keroro walks away. “I SAID KNOW YOUR PLACE, DE!” God Keroro booms; raising Saburo into the air and slamming him back down into the ground.

“Do you fools not realize that your world is no more, de?” God Keroro asks, calling out to anyone else in the area.

Saburo barely manages to hold on as he rises from the ground; his impact softened by a last second cushion. He looks over and sees Kururu and Giroro not too far away; both leaning on each other for support from their injuries.

Just then, a wave of missiles cruise in out of nowhere towards God Keroro; causing him to look up a little.

“We have the target in our sights, sir!” An air force pilot states into his mouthpiece; as him and a squadron of planes zoom in towards God Keroro.

“What is it?” A voice asks from the other end of the line. “I…have no idea!” The pilot replies, staring in disbelief at the small glowing Keronian emissary.

The missiles explode all around God Keroro; but the smoke is pushed away with God Keroro’s powers; leaving him standing unaffected.

“How useless, de…” God Keroro mutters, raising his hand. Suddenly; all of the planes smash into an invisible barrier and explode; raining down bits of metal and fire from the sky.

“To think that I must do this, de…” God Keroro mutters, still smirking, “…It seems a waste of my powers, de.”

He raises his hand and stops time; freezing another wave of incoming planes in place in mid air.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Natsumi shouts as she suddenly appears. She reaches into her pocket and grabs her powered necklace and changes into Powered Natsumi.

“Pekoponjin, you present me with a more worthwhile challenge, de…you and your friends will be spared from my time freeze, de…” God Keroro states, bowing slightly to her, “…I commend you on your bravery, but I am afraid that it is already wasted, de.”

“What are you babbling about?” Natsumi shouts; holding out her beam saber. “Your skills are no match for mine, de. You are already defeated, de.” God Keroro mutters.

Suddenly, Natsumi’s armor starts to crack as she falls to the ground, paralyzed. “Sentient beings…they are a very strange race, de…” God Keroro mutters. He opens up a hole in the ground with his powers and Natsumi falls into it.

Just then, a wave of energy engulfs God Keroro as a super-heated blast hits him, causing him to stumble a bit.

“Caught you off guard, desu!” Tamama shouts, staring him down from a distance, a trail of smoke escaping from his lips.

“Ah, yes, the infamous Tamama Impacto, de…” God Keroro states, slowly turning around to face him.

Not even scratched?! Tamama thinks to himself in shock as he watches as God Keroro grabs his silver weapon.

“Allow me to introduce you to my infamous weapon, the Beelzebub Staff!” God Keroro shouts, as he zips over Tamama and slams the weapon into the ground around him.

As he does; the ground explodes around Tamama, causing a giant pit in the ground to open up. Tamama falls helplessly into the pit as God Keroro floats away without even looking back.

“How can you do this?” A voice shouts and God Keroro turns around to see Angol Mois standing there; in her true Angol form.

“It has always been a mystery to me as to why you sentient being choose to face an enemy such as me one on one, de…” God Keroro starts, “…But it does not matter.”

“I won’t forgive you if you hurt my precious Uncle!” Mois shouts, raising her Lucifer Spear.

“Hurt him, de?” God Keroro smirks evilly, “I am him, de!”

“What?!” Mois shouts in shock, staring at him. “Yes, I am your beloved Uncle, Keroro Gunsou, de. Or rather, I should say that I was, de…now, I am no longer him, de. Now I am much more than he could have ever been, de…I have become a god, de.” God Keroro replies.

“Impossible!” Mois shouts angrily as she raises her weapon into the air.

“My old enemy; the Angol; has returned, de…” God Keroro states as he looks up at Mois.

“Hellmaggedon, 1/1!” Angol Mois yells as she spins her spear in the air. “What is this, some sort of joke, de?” God Keroro mutters.

Suddenly; he grabs his Beelzebub Staff and spins it in the air. “Divine Power, 1/1!” God Keroro screams; raising his weapon into the air and thrusting it forward.

The two weapons meet and the entire area falls dead silent. A moment later; a blast of sound and light plows outward from the impact in all directions; vaporizing everything in the immediate area; leaving nothing but a smoldering, flat wasteland.

“Glad I found you guys in time…” Saburo mutters; as him, Giroro and Kururu hide behind a shield and survive the blast.

As the smoke around the impact origin starts to clear, Angol Mois lies on the ground defeated as Keroro floats above her.

“Just like eons ago, de…” God Keroro states, looking down and seeing Angol Mois lying defeated on the ground.

“Why…” Angol Mois whimpers out, as her Lucifer Spear rolls slowly off of her fingertips.

“Why what, Angol, de?” God Keroro asks, looking at her as he floats in the air. “Why are you doing this, Uncle?” Mois asks as tears start flowing down her face.

“That is the problem with you sentient beings; everything has to be explained to you, de. Everything has to have a reason, de. Everything has to have a purpose, de,” God Keroro states with a sigh, “…Have you ever considered the possibility that things just happen, de? Does there have to be a reason for things happening, de?”

“What are you talking about?” Mois asks, still lying on the ground crying. “This is why you sentient beings can never amount to anything more than piles of matter and energy, de. You don’t understand how things work, no matter how hard you try to understand, de.” God Keroro explains as he lands on the ground.

“Just tell me why, Uncle…” Mois asks. “I have no desire to enlighten you, de. There is no incentive for the entirety of the universe in your advancement in intelligence, de.” God Keroro comments.

“Not that…” Mois replies, “…Why are you hurting the ones that you love, Uncle.”

“Because I have to, de.” God Keroro replies as he walks over to her, “…I have no choice, de.”

“So there is some of the old Keroro still left inside you, Uncle…” Mois states, reaching out to him. She lightly touches his face and smiles.

“You sentient beings really do amuse us, de…” God Keroro states, “…Perhaps that is the reason for your continued existence, de.”

“However…” God Keroro begins as he walks away from her, letting her hand drop to the ground, “…That time has come to an end. There is no further incentive in letting your kind exist, de. You have found the power to manipulate time on a massive scale and play the part of your so-called gods, and that can not be allowed, de.”

“Why do we have to suffer for others mistakes?” Mois asks him, still crying.

“All are the same unto the eyes of the masters, de.” God Keroro replies, “…It matters not who committed the crime; merely that it was committed, de.”

“But you have no right to kill innocent beings!!” Mois cries out. “And I suppose you do, Angol, de. You think you and your race can go around destroying planets with the same sentient beings as yourselves, de?” God Keroro asks her.

Angol Mois looks up suddenly, her lips trembling as she cries. “I never meant to hurt anyone…none of us did…” She mutters, sobbing and covering her eyes.

“We are not the same as you, de. We do not exist in your simple dimensional plane of existence, de. We value your lives no more than you would value the life of a insect, de. To us, life comes and goes, it is not something to be cherished, de. Life is nothing more than a mass of matter inhabited by an energy that has gained self-awareness, de.” God Keroro states.

“Why are you saying we, Uncle?” Mois asks him. “Have you forgotten your history, Angol, de? Your species was nearly obliterated by us, de. Though my form as God Keroro is singular; I represent the mass, de. I am the emissary of the Originals; the only true gods of all sentient beings, de!” God Keroro replies.

“No! We have a right to be free; to learn and live and love each other! You can’t take that away from us!” Angol Mois cries out, rising slowly to her feet.

“This is what caused the difference in thought so many eons ago, Angol, de.” God Keroro states; turning to fully face her.

“Don’t you mean that this why you started that war?” Angol Mois replies.

“THERE IS NO WAR, DE!” God Keroro screams, causing Angol Mois to stare in disbelief.

“War is an idea, an excuse created by you sentient beings to justify hurting each other and giving you a reason to fight on and destroy others, de! There never was any war; all there ever was, was the difference in opinions that led to your primeval sentient ways justifying the deaths of others.” God Keroro explains.

“Is that no different than what you’re doing?” Angol Mois asks. “No, de…” God Keroro begins, “…For I have no reason for what I do, de. I do what I do because I have to, de. Sentient beings are a joke upon the universe, and a mistake, de. I am here to see that it does not continue, de.”

“Meanwhile…” The narrator states.

“No…what have they done to you?” Dororo asks as he and the others walk into the building where Kamiya and Terere remain in their tubes.

“Leave! It’s a trap!” Kamiya screams through the tube as she hangs in the air and bangs on the glass. “Trap?” Koyuki mutters as she grabs her shurikens.

“Should have shut you up, Pekoponjin…” A voice cries out as Mecha-Alisa steps out from the shadows.

“No, it’s you!” Atsuko shouts; staring at Mecha-Alisa again. “Well, well sister…how long has it been?” Mecha-Alisa asks.

“Sister? You’ve never called me that before…” Atsuko replies. “Well; we were created at the same time and together,” Mecha-Alisa begins, “Would that not make us sisters?”

“I suppose it would…” Atsuko comments.

“Either way…” Mecha-Alisa begins as she extends our her hair-band into a weapon, “…I’m not letting you take the hostages! Die, fools!!”

“Meanwhile…” The narrator states.

“It’s nice to be back on Pekopon, Poyo.” Poyon-chan states, stretching her arms a bit. “You said it, Poya!” Poyan-chan replies.

“It’s just nice to have you back, Poyi!” Poyin-chan replies with a smile and a salute as they all laugh.

“Damn you Space Police!!” A voice cries out as a beam of blue energy ripples past them. They instantly group together and look for where the blast came from.

A figure walks out from the darkness of the shadows not far away; aiming his gun at them.

“You…I hate you so much…” Tokiki growls angrily, “…Do you realize how many years of my life were wasted in that horrible prison of yours?!”

“If you committed the crime, you have to do the time, Poya!” Poyan-chan shouts.

“Speaking of crime; I’ve come to punish you for your crimes against me and every other criminal you locked away!!” Tokiki shouts, “Your days of locking people away are over, scum!!”

“Elsewhere…” The narrator states.

“Uncle, please…I beg you, don’t do this! You don’t have to hurt us, please! You could say, have mercy?” Angol Mois pleads with him as he looks at her.

“You do not understand the severity of the situation, Angol, de.” God Keroro explains as he stands there; a gentle wind blowing his cape as the Originals rejoin him.

“What are you talking about? You have a choice, we don’t have to die!” Angol Mois pleads.

“No, I do not have a choice, de. I must rectify the situation, de…” God Keroro begins, “…And beyond that, you don’t have a reason to fight on, de. You are already dead, Angol, de. You, your friends, all of the Pekoponjin on this planet…everyone is already dead, de.”

“What is God Keroro talking about? When did everyone die, and how? And with God Keroro now ready to destroy Pekopon and all sentient beings; what will happen next? And things just keep getting worse for everyone as the other villains continue their reign of terror! And with Atsuko Setsuko and the others facing off against Mecha-Alisa, will they be able to stop her and save Kamiya and Terere? And will Tokiki take out the entire Space Police force? What other surprises still lie in store?” The narrator asks, “Keep watching and find out!”

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