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Thank goodness he was finally free to relax for a little while.

Well, as much as he could, anyways.

Today wasn’t all that thrilling thankfully, Lieutenant Garuru of the Garuru Platoon was tasked in the early morning to meet with his team and take them off planetside to look over a beacon that was on the cusp of X territory. X--pronounced ‘cross’--was Keron’s largest moon, and they had taken the opportunity many years ago to set up a beacon on the outskirts of their solar system for defence purposes. Specifically they housed the beacon on a cluster of asteroids that floated around their system in a single long-tailed ring. The beacon and it’s incredibly small one person outpost was easy to find with a click of a few buttons from their computer’s panel. Garuru and his team looked over the technology that was there, chatted briefly with the soldier that was tasked with staying there and even greeted the second soldier that was going to relieve the first before heading back home to Keron.

They still had a few hours before the platoon had to regroup for their ‘conclusion’ meeting of the day and then be dismissed, but Garuru took his newfound free time to find himself a quiet room. It wasn’t fancy, just a simple room with knobs in place instead of the usual light switch so that the lights themselves could be dimmed if desired. The quiet rooms frequented Keron’s military bases and even the space stations, mostly used so that higher officers could have an undisclosed chat with one another if the topic was private. Or even for civilian use, like if someone needed to catch a break from the overwhelming atmosphere of the space station---

Or now. To recover from a splitting headache.

Garuru had no idea what the hell happened last night that prompted his head to be assaulted by wave after wave of throbbing, sharp pain that radiated from the front of his head, behind his eyes, and then to the top of his skull but it seemed as though no matter what the damn thing wouldn’t go away. He’s tried his usual medicines from his own medicine cabinet, hell, he’s even asked Pururu about it but she instructed that the over-the-counter medicines was ‘just enough’ to get rid of it and “it just needed some time to go into his system”. Yeah, well, it’s been six hours since she’s said that and, nope, the headache was still there. Painfully reminding the Lieutenant it was there with every harsh throb to his temples and eyes, every breath, every glance, every blink. Pure. Unbearable pain. Uugh.

He knew skipping meals would make it worse so he accepted Taruru’s offer to get lunch with the team, he had something light and drank lots of water--took another pill or two for the headache--then excused himself to find a quiet room to get some shut-eye. Thankfully, the room was completely free for use, the lights were on when he went in but he turned them off immediately after getting comfortable. Again, they weren’t fancy by any means, there was a black loveseat, a matching recliner, a short table, large windows that dimmed the moment he had turned off the lights and ‘played’ a scene with stars on a simple dark colored galaxy. Garuru made his way to the loveseat and laid down, removing his visors from his face so that he could hold it in his left hand while his right went behind his head to keep his head and neck propped up. Just closing his eyes was enough to make the headache subside a little, and he sighed in the temporary relief, even if the throbbing was there behind his eyes they no longer felt painful. Just...obnoxious. But he’ll take obnoxious twitching over painful throbbing anyday. The Lieutenant crossed his legs together at the ankles and sighed, letting go of his visors just so he could snap his fingers.

“Set timer for two hours and forty-five minutes.”

‘Timer set, two hours and forty-five minutes by Lieutenant Garuru.’

Perfect. Now he can rest easy and still wake up in time to meet his platoon for their conclusion meeting. Garuru took another long comfortable sigh and grabbed hold of his visors again, letting the artificial hum of the air conditioning lull him to sleep along with the distant chatter of Keron’s military base outside of the quiet room. He didn’t dream of anything, usually, when he takes naps they’re so short he can’t really remember what he was dreaming of anyways but he did get a ‘glimpse’ of a dream. Or was it reality? He heard music, it was relaxing but electronic and smooth, like some strange form of ‘synthwave’ or whatever that music genre was called. It was relaxing, calming, and it made him completely forget the headache that was bothering him all day.

That was when Garuru felt something on his face, thinking it was still the same dream as whatever strange music he was listening to; he just moved his face away from whatever was touching him in hopes that it would stop. And it did. For a solid two seconds. He had no choice but to open his eyes when he felt something touch his face again, and then at his hands, grasping for his visors. Though something was grabbing at him in his sleep his body didn’t feel like it was in danger, so, he’ll go with his instinct that there was no attack or anything. Good thing too, when Garuru opened his eyes he was surprised to see that staring back at him was a tadpole….wait. What?

Yup, yup that definitely was a tadpole, a very small tadpole wearing little overalls and a t-shirt with star patterns all over, with the brightest green eyes he’s ever seen. The music was coming from a plush Keronian they held in one arm that was playing the calming music and its cheeks and tummy were softly glowing to the beat, wearing a matching set of overalls and shirt as the tadpole. Garuru blinks back when the small toddler is still watching him and blinks in puzzlement, then he sees them reaching for his hand to try pulling his yellow visors out from his grasp.

“Mm-mm.” he softly warns, just loud enough so that the tadpole could hear him and they turn towards him again, eyes widening because maybe they didn’t expect him to actually say something to them. Against his warning, the toddler tries to grab his visors again. “No, starshine. That ain’t yours.” Now that he’s said tangible words the tadpole lets go of his hands and instead sits on the floor with their musical friend, trying to hide their face and peeking up from behind the cushion of the couch that Garuru was still laying on. He couldn’t help but chuckle, the little troublemakers! They’re so lucky he adores babies at this age, they’re so curious and silly. “Where’s your momma? Hm?” he asks them, the tadpole doesn’t do anything but smile and hide their face behind the cushion and their plush by slinking down towards the floor. Oh, now they’re shy since he’s awake?

Garuru slowly sits himself up, slowly, because he wasn’t sure if his headache was finally gone or if it was just plotting some sneak attack to get him when he least expects it, but, no, it seems to have vanished already. The toddler hobbles up from the floor and gleefully hurries over to the recliner across the room, their little shoes squeaking away--oh, were those the popular baby shoes that squeaked whenever they take a step? That’s cute--while they hide behind the recliner. Garuru lets his eyes adjust to the darker atmosphere, noticing that in the recliner was another Keronian, a female, with a carrier attached to her chest. Looking a little further he could make out the head of another smaller tadpole in the carrier, oh, this woman was a mother of two then? She probably ran into the first quiet room available to get her kids to calm down or something if they were getting cranky out there at the base. She didn’t look like a soldier, or if she was then not one that he’s seen around here at Gerosect’s Capital.

The toddler pokes his head out from behind the recliner and laughs when he catches eyes with Garuru, the Lieutenant smiling and putting his finger to his lips. “Shh, shhh, shhh.” he points to the poor sleeping mother in the recliner and the little tadpole seems to have understood. Looking up at their mom and then copying Garuru by putting their own finger to their mouth and muttering ‘shhh, shhh, shhh’ back to him. “Turn off alarm. Set.” Garuru says softly, hoping that the A.I in the quiet room would hear him and thankfully it did.

‘Alarm set for thirty-two minutes. Offline. By Lieutenant Garuru.’

To think that the A.I was so advanced in these rooms that it not only heard his whispering but also ‘answered’ back by whispering too, well, it was called the quiet room for a reason so it had to have a whisper function, right? Garuru looks back at the toddler, now regaining the courage to come closer to him and attempting to climb onto the empty space beside him on the loveseat. He gave the toddler a hand by holding his hand out and letting the little tadpole grab hold and clamber up on him, not minding in the least when they pretty much dead-weight fall against him once they got over and grab the back of the loveseat to peek over it, looking at whatever the other side of the room had to offer.

Maybe he should check up on that woman and make sure she’s alright, the last thing he needs is to leave two young children unattended before leaving for his meeting. So Garuru slowly gets up from his seat, stopping when the toddler grabs hold of his arm and then mumbles something incoherently in earnest. Oh no, from the way that the kid is pulling on him he could tell that the toddler probably didn’t want him to go...and possibly wanted to be held? Maybe? Garuru tested this theory by taking a step towards the sleeping mother and then standing back closer to the loveseat when the toddler pulls him back and then tries to grab his arm by his elbow and pulling him up. Yeah. The poor kid wanted to be held. “Fine. Fine, starshine, you win.” Garuru mutters under a tired breath, turning around and hoisting the toddler from the loveseat and onto his hip comfortably. The little child gurgles with laughter and Garuru once again puts his finger to his lips “Shhh, shhh.”

“Shh, shhh, shhhhhh.” the toddler copies, putting the little plush to his mouth; he points at his mom and then looks back up at Garuru. “Shhh.”

“That’s right, they’re sleeping now.” he takes a few steps closer, getting on one knee so that he's in a position to not be looking down at the poor mother when he tries to wake her up and scaring her half to death. Now that Garuru was even closer to the mother in the recliner he could definitely make out the smaller tadpole’s features inside the carrier, they were incredibly young still, their cheeks still flushed from hatching. They had to be a couple of days old, right? Since they were still young enough that they had to be facing the mother’s chest, he managed to see squishy little red cheeks and adorable light purple mittens on their hands when they yawned and tried to rub away something from their face. He’s gotta hand it to this mom, her kids were absolutely adorable. “Excuse me.” Garuru musters, grabbing the young woman’s arm as gently as he could and nudging it enough so that he doesn’t startle her too much. The young mother mumbles something under her breath but doesn’t wake up. “Excuse me, ma’am? Are you alright?”

“Mamamamama--” the little tadpole in Garuru’s arms finally speaks up, though hushed as Garuru’s voice, he figures that was all it needed for the mother to wake up because upon hearing her child’s voice her eyes opened almost instantly. The boy bursts into another fit of giggles as his mom wakes up, wide-eyed and looking around the quiet room hurriedly. “Mamamamama!”

“Ayuyu--” the mother finally speaks up, her eyes falling on Garuru before widening even more in horror. “--Lieutenant Garuru, I-I’m so sorry! I was just running around all day and I needed a place to feed the babies and--”

“Please, don’t apologize at all,” Garuru says, his smile warm and sincere. “I know it could be tough to walk around with a toddler, let alone two small children at once. And by yourself at that.” It was true, thankfully he was old enough to understand that he shouldn’t try running away from his father or making a scene when Giroro was a newborn. But, he was still a child, and children do get tired if you decide to wander around the base for more than five hours straight. Garuru knew that his father worked hard as a single parent, trying to juggle the needs for a newborn as well as keeping his older elementary school son entertained and happy while he had important matters to deal with at the base. Growing up with a single parent Garuru understood and empathized with other parents that tried to juggle childcare on their own, married, widowed, or single. The young mother looked relieved when Garuru comforted her, he could only imagine what kind of scolding she received from other entitled parents that think they know more than her. Poor lady. “Are you feeling alright? Did you need any help at all?”

“I think I’m okay right now, thank you so much, Lieutenant.” She says reaching over and grabbing her toddler from Garuru’s grasp, though they seemed comfortable with him the moment their mother had grabbed them the little child immediately tried to dive back into her arms. “I was only supposed to be running errands until my husband’s shift ends. He promised to meet with me earlier but he was held up by some assignment, so I didn’t have enough time to go home and get the babies’ usual lunches.”

“Assignment?” Garuru asked with a focused expression. “Who’s your husband, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Corporal Daichichi, sir.” the woman answers, her voice wavering once she finally answers. “Is he in trouble?”

“No, no, of course not ma’am. I just don’t think that he should be keeping his family waiting for so long that it exhausts you and your children, that’s all. Hardly in any trouble, I know he probably couldn’t control the situation.” Garuru explains, standing up fully and clicking his visors back into place on his hat. “I will go see how your husband is doing, ma’am. You and your family are free to relax here as much as you need to.” The Lieutenant gives her a firm nod in goodbye, giving her older child a soft pat to their head as she bids farewell and he starts to head towards the direction of a reception desk to ask about the woman’s husband.

He didn’t have to go that far, he was still walking in the middle of the hall when one of the side doors for a conference hall opens up and a soldier nearly runs right into him. The poor man stutters an apology as he salutes, standing there stiff but surely eager to leave but Garuru instantly takes notice of the soldier’s eyes. An intense and familiar bright green color, could he be…? “Corporal Daichichi, I presume?”

“Y-Yes, sir?” the Corporal asks, calming down some when Garuru only nods his head and informs him that his wife and children were in the quiet room just down the hall waiting for him. “O-Oh, did you meet them, sir?”

“I did.” Garuru’s eyes narrowed at him, though it wasn’t because he was angry, he just wanted to ensure that the soldier standing before him knew that his words were indeed serious. “If you get held up on one assignment too many with your family waiting for you outside of their home, please contact me. It’s not fair for your wife to be waiting around with two small children, and it’s not fair to you to be held here longer than you need to be. Do I make myself clear, soldier?”

“Y-Yes sir, thank you, sir.”

“Good. You’re dismissed, I’m sorry for making them wait.” Garuru turns on his heel and starts to head back towards the direction of the elevators, he still had some time to kill before he needed to see his platoon for their conclusion meeting for the day but maybe he could get himself a soda or a canned coffee to fully wake him up. And be it that his headache was finally gone he can thoroughly enjoy the caffeine rush without it affecting him anymore. When Garuru boarded the elevator he saw the soldier still standing in the middle of the hallway, watching him with a shocked expression on his face that slowly turned to that of acceptance and then gratitude. Garuru could only nod and give the Corporal a short silent wave when the man yells back a second ‘thank you’ and then hurries off down the hall, no doubt to meet with his family.

Well. Back to work.

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“Checkmate.”

The young tadpole before him had a stern expression on her face, her bright colored eyes surveying the 16 boards in between them with intense concentration. The boards all lined up four high and four across, pawns, bishops, rooks, and only two knights each in spare spaces across them. Lieutenant Garuru’s queen was taken sometime in the last hour or so, but it was just a small price to pay for this exact moment to call a checkmate. He and the young girl before had left their chairs and now were standing in the middle of the classroom, on each side of the two desks that were pushed together for this game.

Originally, he was asked by one of the military schools to come in and talk to the students about the Keronian forces, which he was more than happy to do. This wasn’t the usual military school that he and his brother had gone to when they were children growing up in the capital Gerosect, this school was different. He was visiting one of the other countries on Keron, outside of Gerosect and near the bottom hemisphere of the planet where the scenery was just miles and miles of tall grass, calm galactic cattle, and maybe once in a while you’d find a small town acting as a spaceport for when supplies came in from larger cities. Lieutenant Garuru was in his father’s birthplace and hometown, Rellou (was it pronounced Ree-lou? Or Reh-lo? The accent is so thick here he can’t even figure out how to say the town’s name) visiting their first and only military school for the local children. In its heyday the school was there to act as a college and primary school for its small population, but when General Guroro of the military rose to fame a lot more people from the ‘surrounding’ villages started to move in and enroll their children to the very same place in hopes that the younger generation could rise to such accomplishments. So when General Guroro heard that his hometown was gaining popularity he funded the schools himself so that it could accommodate all the children coming in.

The military college and school were still connected by the main building with all the classes connected by many hallways, but now had two separate buildings on either side to act as housing for the adult students and the young children. It seemed more like a boarding school for the young ones, in Garuru’s eyes at least; there was housing, three meals a day, an hour for exercise or recess, study hours, and even a curfew. Garuru had just returned from his first ever war as a Corporal when he was invited to Rellou to talk to their students about the military, of course, it was all set up by his father so he couldn’t really decline the offer. But damn was he glad he never threw that opportunity away, he’s met some of the older folks who were teachers at the school and college, all colleagues and old friends of his father’s back when they used to run around in the open fields. He’s met some incredible children, bright, enthusiastic, hungry for learning and he’s met some strong-headed college kids who were eager to make their military proud.

Just like this young girl, Eriri.

She reminded Garuru so much of himself, she was ten, quiet, but her keen eyes always yearned for more knowledge. While he was still walking the halls with a professor who acted as his guide, Garuru watched as Eriri was trying--and struggling--to catch up to her peers on the track for gym. The poor girl was red in the face even though she was bright yellow in color, even when a few of the male classmates passed her and started to taunt her, her eyes were determined to keep going. In the mess hall, Garuru saw that even though she was invited by some of the other girls to sit with them she quietly dismissed herself and instead went to go eat outside, a book in her hand as she left. Just like him when he was at that age.

After Garuru talked the student’s ears off with one of his speeches and answered the dozens of their questions he took his free time during study hall to approach little Eriri to talk to her. That was when he saw the book she was reading--about 4D chess players. He asked her if she knew how to play, Eriri did, answering promptly ‘yes sir’ and even nodding her head politely when he asked if she’d like to play a round. They pushed two desks together and brought the boards to play.

Though a game usually would be over in about an hour whenever he usually played, this one, in particular, was going on three. Garuru was very impressed, he’s played thousands of 4D chess matches with all forms of life but this one round had to take the cake. He’s made soldiers, professors, generals, Lieutenants, politicians, and diplomats all turn with shame or defeat at one of his ‘signature’ moves, but here before him was a little girl wearing a simple unmarked uniform, pigtails, and no shoes or socks. She was circling their board with determination in her eyes and a hunger to take him down. The rest of the class was watching as well, at first uninterested but after two hours had passed and fifth period was being interrupted by their game there was students--college age and primary--as well as teachers grouped up on top of desk faces and sitting against the walls to see how this was all going to end.

When Garuru had claimed ‘checkmate’ the room fell into a gasp, students whispering to one another feverishly before their teachers and professors all hissed at them to quiet down to not distract the players. Eriri slowly made her way around the two desks, peering in between one level of the chessboard before moving to Garuru’s side to look at where his King still stood, untouched, then moved back to her side. That was when Garuru saw it.

A smile.

Eriri took one of her Knights from the third tier, just a step away from where the Lieutenant stood and then she knocked over his Bishop that threatened one of her pawns and defended his King, taking her new kill.

“Checkmate, Lieutenant.”

Garuru blinked back silently, tilting his head coolly to the side to peer in between boards two and three, then lifting his chin up just enough to look back at cross-boards B and C to his other pieces. His Rook on board A was too far away to cross vertically and too high up to make the move horizontally to cover his King. His knights all were cornered. And when he peeked down he still had three pawns remaining, but they were on board B tier 3.

A small smile came to his face, his shoulders bouncing just a little when he started to chuckle and then finally laugh boisterously when the room continued to watch in sheer and complete awe. Eriri was still smiling when Garuru’s laughs had stopped, nodding his head to signal to her that he was indeed in a tight space. He had no more moves left, he lost all his defense, he had lost. The young tadpole nearly vibrates with excitement as she takes her pawn and knocks over the white iridescent King piece to signal her win, the room abrupting with cheers and hollering. It was just like a scene from a movie--laughably--with students of all ages running up to Eriri to hug her, pat her on the shoulders, and congratulate her on winning the game. The teachers boasting to one another stating ‘they’ knew she was going to win, and the professors all making remarks of ‘she’s going to lead a fleet one day!’. It truly was a sight to behold.

“That was a great game, Eriri-chan.” Garuru states with a small grin, the little tadpole bowing politely to him with a quick and prompt ‘thank you, sir’. “Tell me, have you planned out exactly what you wanted to do once you graduate school?”

“I plan on joining the tactical division for the Keronian military! U-Uh, sir!” she states proudly, standing up straighter than before with both arms tightly at her sides. “I want to expand Keron’s defense lines, and traverse the galaxy to make allies for our militias!” Garuru couldn’t help but laugh a little more, not because of her dreams, but because of the way that she was answering so loudly, so proudly, it really was like looking into the past. Different goals, of course, but man, there was something so refreshing about seeing a child that he could definitely relate to.

“That’s a very ambitious goal, kiddo.” Garuru says; he was standing at ease the whole time that they were playing chess but now that he was addressing her he finally told himself to let his hands behind his back go and relax. Gesturing to Eriri a high five, she was looking relieved when she saw his hand and gave him a little tap with her hand. “Oh c’mon, you can do better than that. I expected much more from a 4D chess winner and our future tactical officer--!”

CRACK! Their hands slapped so hard Garuru couldn’t help but rumble with laughter again, his hand barely stinging from the collision but both he and little Eriri waved their hands from the miniature sonic boom.

“Excellent! That’s what I’m talking about! I look forward to seeing your accomplishments in the future, young lady.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant, sir!” Eriri proudly shouts. Garuru gives her a firm pat to her shoulder and dismisses her so she could run to her classmates and receive a more open congratulations from them. It was quite something, today she was just a little girl who loves to study and play chess, tomorrow--who knows? A field marshal? A tactical officer? All he knows is that the kid got something special in her.

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★彡( 𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏𝚏 )彡★

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((Don't mind me I'm still thinking about.....him..... 👉👈💕))

((I want to explore the idea that Garuru likes to tinker around with space crafts/electronics. Not only because it would be very handy for soldiers to learn how to take care of their equipment but I think he'd love to learn about ship upgrades and other things. Specifically older model ships, since his ship--I headcanon--to be an older model. 🤔✨))

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★彡( 𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚗 )彡★

Well, today was fairly uneventful if you were to take it at face value. But if you were Lieutenant Garuru, he’d call this day a success.

It all started in the early morning, Garuru woke up and did his usual morning routine; getting cleaned up, going on a jog around the nearby park, and then making an incredibly fast breakfast to go with his piping hot cup of coffee. He moved like his body was on autopilot around this hour, head filled with absolutely nothing but residue of whatever it was he happened to dream about during the night or those ‘life contemplating shower thoughts’ that rack his brain relentlessly. Garuru happened to just be recalling the dream he had last night that had something to do with him going on a mission with his platoon to stop an evil ruler on some desolate planet who enslaved her own people. They managed to stop her by using nothing but music--yeah, as if THAT was a thing--when his communicator rings. Well, not really ‘ring’, whenever it’s a text message the sound that plays is the sound of a chamber being reloaded and then a short burst of three shots from a gun.

The text message was a notice that was being sent to all military personnel at the main military base in Gerosect, the notice was so wacky that Garuru had to stop himself from taking a bite of his egg sandwich in mid lean. He scrolls back up to the very top of the short message to reread it.

‘Attention all military personnel: due to recent circumstances we are now ordering that ALL stickers receive a soldier’s salute from now on. Verification of identity is no longer required for stickers. Thank you!’

You got to be fucking kidding.

Starting from the very beginning when someone is just a new, wide-eyed recruit in their training uniform you’re taught that there are specific times and places you are to salute to someone, and you can only go into ‘at ease’ once you’re addressed. It’s literally drilled into you all the way until the end of your military days for most. Some instances can be made, for sure, like if you were to specifically realize that the soldier is a higher officer than you salute. If you’re greeting a soldier from another platoon, or greeting a comrade back after a prolonged absence, etcetera, etcetera. The stickers that the notice was speaking of were referring to military stickers that can be seen on space crafts and vehicles, something that definitely does not affect him or his department but DID in fact interfere with the work of the gatemen.

Ah, he remembers those days when he was a young private and he was given the task to stand at the gate for eight hours a day to check space crafts and military vehicles before they entered into the base’s facility. It definitely wasn’t fun at all, it did pay rather well however and he only had the assignment for a good two months. Also, he wasn’t technically alone, he had a spotter with him, a Corporal or Sergeant that would stand beside him with a weapon in hand to ensure his safety (since he was not given a weapon). Thankfully his spotter was quite kind, chatting with him briefly when their shifts got slow and even guiding Garuru on how to recognize the different stickers, spot the anomalies on identification cards to determine their authenticity….oh, and his “personal favorite”: how to chat with cute girls.

Usually, you didn’t even have to ask for identification to tell that the spacecraft that was tied to the military sticker belonged to that soldier, but Garuru remained thorough in checking their cards anyways and saluting when the soldier came in. Sometimes though, you’d get those times that a spouse of the officer would be using the vehicle--no problem, more times than naught the spouse was also a soldier so Garuru just had to give the craft a pink slip or yellow slip to the vehicle. A pink slip for the spouses using the vehicles, and yellow for ‘other but still a soldier’ using it, be it a son, daughter, father, aunt, grandmother, so on. Then you get those rare instances where you get a civilian vehicle coming in, mostly those belonging to businesses bringing in supplies for the base’s hospital or construction crews coming in for repairs. Usually, they present their licenses or permits then they’re allowed in and they do not get salutes. Nor do the civilian spouses who come driving in sporting their lover’s spacecraft that bears the military sticker on it, though Garuru knows that some soldiers will not really care and give the spouse a salute. He remained firm on his own ideology: Are you a soldier? No? Then you don’t get a salute.

Something must have happened the day before if the base was now giving out a notice for all stickers to be saluted to, no doubt an entitled spouse who thinks that they deserve a salute because their lover is laying their life down for Keron. Thankfully he’s only ever dealt with a couple of them, not even worth counting on one hand, mostly because the moment the spouse sees the burly, threatening, mountain of a soldier behind him holding a semi-automatic in his hands the spouse would just make a face, throw him an insult under their breath, or curse him quickly before driving through. Unfortunately, there weren’t many soldiers with skin as thick as his, and it was the pointless rule changes like this that made all the cursing, swearing, and threats he had to put up with as a private all for naught. Not just him, plenty of other soldiers had gone through this. Garuru had stepped in more than once when he saw someone screaming at a poor Private because they can’t ‘park in their husband’s military space’, yes lady, even though your husband’s a Staff Sergeant and you got his vehicle with the sticker that doesn’t mean YOU are a Staff Sergeant and can park there.

Garuru was still making a face when he took a long sip from his coffee, now nearing lukewarm because he kept staring at the little pixelated words on his com. Did his father pass this? How could he? There had to be a misunderstanding...or worse. Maybe his father just saw ‘new mandate’ and signed it off like it was no big deal. He usually doesn’t try to text his father so early in the morning but he was curious about the old man’s thought process when it came to confirming this rule for the base. So Garuru sent him a good morning, asked how he was, and then asked about the mandate. Then his com went radio silent.

Well, so much for getting his father’s input on that.

While he was walking to the Main Base the Lieutenant thought deeply about the whole thing, trying not to let it show outwardly that the notice was still bothering him. To think that someone thought it was a good idea to salute to every single sticker that comes onto the military’s property, who in their right mind would salute a sticker? And what if it was fake? Or not a military sticker to begin with? That was when the lightbulb in his head went off, when he was waiting patiently on the street corner for the light to change he took out his com and read the message again just in case. A small smile pulling at the tug of his lips before he turned his com away, all stickers then? Sure thing.

When he reached the base Garuru did not pass the opportunity to put his plan into motion, there was a construction crew just on the corner fixing some pipes and they just so happened to have a sticker with their company’s logo on their helmets. Garuru stopped walking, saluting the gentleman and standing there at attention while they stopped and stared back with confusion and fear. Well, fear at first because they thought that someone of a higher rank than Garuru was behind them trying to get their attention or chastise their work. But no, no one else was there except for the five or so men that were working. Realizing that it was just them, one of the men quickly and awkwardly inquired what he was doing.

“It’s a new mandate. Soldiers are required to salute all stickers, sir.” The construction crew had a short laugh about it, finally realizing that Garuru was saluting their helmets and ‘ordered’ him at ease. The Lieutenant even grinned a little as he left when he heard one of the men going on about his own helmet that was completely covered in stickers, stating that if the stickers reflected a rank then he’d be a captain. Thankfully today he had desk duty, the rest of his platoon was off doing their own work according to their ranks and a little part of him thought if Tororo was doing the same as him. Being that the tadpole was notorious for being annoying and finding loopholes Garuru could definitely see him use this new rule to his advantage to stay home because he’s saluting to a sticker on the toaster all day.

Thankfully, it looked as though he was not the only one who came up with his idea. There were three soldiers saluting at the reception desk and the poor girl there was looking absolutely mortified. She was not a soldier so having three of them standing there, saluting, and not moving was probably confusing the hell out of her. Garuru stops walking right at the reception desk, seeing the small Pekoponian ‘Hello Kitty’ sticker on the woman’s planner, and salutes to it as well. The other soldiers there share a grin but don’t say anything else as they go back to being stone-faced, the poor girl looks desperately to Garuru,

“Sir---what are you all doing?” Even though she works here she didn’t get the notice? That just solidified Garuru’s suspicion that the mandate extended to soldiers--all soldiers--and just solidified his plan. He explained to her that it was a new notice for all soldiers to salute stickers from now on, giving her another minute before he nods his head towards her planner. Her reaction was priceless, pure unadulterated confusion made home on her face as she looked at the soldiers individually and realized that, yes, they were doing the same thing. She stutters out a small "at ease", getting a collected sigh from the other soldiers who greeted the other before leaving like they weren't just standing there for twenty or so minutes.

Garuru asked the girl for his P.O-box key and wished her a good day while making his way to the elevator with a few other soldiers. He's in the middle of twirling the little keyring around his fingers when he looks up to see a "fire safety" sticker. Well, a rule is a rule. He salutes, prompting surprised and puzzled expressions until the other soldiers looked up and saw it.

Now, if someone had told Garuru that they had somewhere important to be or was on their way to a meeting then for sure he would have excused them, this order was not that important that it had to keep someone from running important work to be trapped in an elevator. But no one said a thing, instead, they all looked at each other and then saluted as well.

Silence fell in the little metal and glass box, even when the elevator had opened doors three times to let soldiers off, closed, then continued climbing upwards. The longer the soldiers kept standing there in awkward silence doing nothing but saluting to the withered fire safety sticker above the doors the more Garuru was enjoying this. He would never admit it in a million years but to be ‘defiant’ was something he’s always wanted to do when he was young, he never had a rebellious teen stage aside from playing music so loud it threatened to affect his hearing. His life always revolved around being a better example, pulling through the closest of odds, being the best he could be and sometimes he just wondered what happened if he would have snapped back those years ago. What if instead of following that one rule that nearly cost him and his men their lives he told the higher officer to go pound sand?

Well, he definitely would never be where he is today, but it made moments like this where he was following foolish orders to a T that made all those ‘yes sir, no sir’s worth it. A bit of some malicious compliance if you will, it was his lifeblood.

Someone on the higher officer floors had called the elevator now because instead of them going downwards towards the ground floor they were now climbing upwards. Up, and up, and up, and up. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife now from all the anxiety the other men were building up, the soldiers began to shimmy a little in place as they looked at one another in panic before tensing up again when Garuru turned his gaze to them. Even when Garuru’s com makes that familiar ‘ka-chlick, pow, pow, pow’ noise he doesn’t bother reaching for it. He lets his arm relax just for a moment without even removing it from his salute, loosening the muscles just enough so that it doesn't feel like his arm would cramp up.

Who they were greeted with when the doors finally opened on the twentieth floor was absolutely perfect. It just so happened to be the Demon General Guroro himself. Garuru’s father.

It took the much older Keornian a good minute or so of seeing a whole elevator full of saluting men before he could really react, his sharp eyes quickly scanning over the soldiers before him and finally landing on Garuru’s confident-looking gaze. Guroro asked quickly what they were doing, putting his hand out to hold the elevator door open as he still couldn’t fathom the sight. It took just about every muscle in Garuru's body to resist the urge to smile at his father when he answered clearly and calmly that they were just following the new mandate, unlike the receptionist, however, he didn’t bother nodding his head to what exactly they were saluting at. He mostly did this because he wanted to see if his father actually knew of the rule that was passed, or if he just did the usual ‘I’ll just sign whatever is in front of me’ shit. Unfortunately, Garuru got his keen mind from his old man, because the moment that the word ‘mandate’ escaped his lips Guroro is already frowning in disapproval, taking a single step inside the elevator to look up above its metal and glass doors to see the fire safety sticker and then let out a frustrated growl.

“For the love of--all of you are dismissed, and I better not see this again in the elevator.” Guroro snaps, almost immediately the soldiers all dispersed from the elevators and ran off in different directions, even though this wasn’t their floors. Garuru was the only one left inside, standing a little more comfortably with a hand on his hip as his father comes aboard and presses the thirteenth-floor button.

“Fifth floor, if you please Pops.” Garuru insists, cool as ever even when his father looks at him at the corner of his eye with a threatening glance. “Oh, right,” he reaches for his com to look at the message that was sent, coincidentally, it was from Guroro himself, explaining that the mandate was in effect and remains in effect until further notice. No wonder his father was looking a bit frazzled, he probably had put two and two together the moment he saw him with the other group of soldiers. “Sorry I couldn’t reply fast enough, I was too busy saluting--”

“Do not tell me that you started all of this.” you could hear the poison drip from Guroro’s words the moment he said them, what usually would leave a good hundred men quivering in their hats only did nothing but fuel the giddy Garuru felt. It would have been an honor if people had copied his idea, but no, it was not nearly as satisfying as knowing that there were other soldiers out there just as peeved about this rule that they went out of their way to do the same as him. Oh, nothing was as beautiful as knowing that people had gathered together for a cause out of pure pettiness.

“Started all of what, Pops? I’m just following orders like everyone else.”

“You cheeky little bastard.” Guroro sighs out a groan, taking the moment to tap his hand against his arm while he has them crossed over his chest in contemplation. The First Lieutenant made sure that the smile on his face wasn’t seen by his father when the doors opened to the thirteenth floor, being greeted to the sight of a dozen or so higher officers all saluting a menu standee that had cute star stickers decorating it. Guroro turns around, grabbing the doors of the elevator open and looking at Garuru right in his eyes, pure unadulterated frustration housing themselves there. “The new mandate will be ineffective by this afternoon, if I find you out in some--some hallway saluting a damn wet floor sign then your ass is cooked. Am I clear?”

“Yes sir.” Garuru salutes, going at ease when his father lets go of the elevator doors, about to turn around. “But remember Pops, the mandate is for stickers, not wet floor signs--”

“You know what I mean, young man!!” Guroro yells back, Garuru lets the smile slip just as when the doors are closing, waving to his father from behind the glass doors as the elevator finally descends to the fifth floor. It was a shame that he didn’t get to run into his father again after that incident, he only managed to catch a glimpse of his dad yelling at the officers in front of the standee to get back to whatever it was they were doing.

It had been hours since then, now nearing the end of Garuru’s desk duty shift as he’s enjoying his third cup of coffee in hand. Garuru is casually watching the little window with a frog emoticon hopping across the screen with a little file in its hand while it’s sending the papers he filed out to his superiors while he recollects the day. The First Lieutenant has been in a good mood since the morning and being that his day was almost done he decided to take out his communicator so he could look back at the new message that was sent to all the soldiers by lunch,

‘Attention all personnel, due to unforeseen incidents following the new mandate we have decided to recall the order. Please go on about checking identification for all MILITARY stickers on VISITING vessels. Thank you!’

Mission Complete.

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Well shit, he didn’t think that this would have happened to him today. 

It was supposed to be a simple drop off mission. Garuru was given the task to hop into a mech suit and deliver a single cartridge to the drop-off point on one of Nimona’s craters. It seemed simple enough, so simple that Garuru even instructed his team that they could remain on the ship and continue to circle the small moon while he goes ahead on his own. Though, the moment he started to land at the given coordinates he realized that something was wrong. The drop-off camp which would usually be bustling with other Keronian soldiers and waiting for his arrival were seemingly all gone, some shady figures were in place in their stead. Vipers.

His keen eyes got a good glimpse of these insolent creatures before goundfall but it was already too late, he was already a projectile coming in from the atmosphere at a couple hundred miles an hour and he was aiming right for the landing pad near the very center of the desolate camp. Garuru could only brace himself for the impact and make a couple of commands to the mech suit with his fingertips to start loosening up the straps that kept him in place. Was it a foolish idea? Definitely, but he needed to get out of the suit quickly if he didn’t want to get turned into nothing but holes. 

They didn’t even know that Garuru and his suit were coming in until he was merely seconds from landing on the platform with a loud deafening ‘crunch’ in the moon’s grit. The Lieutenant had already stiffened himself to ready the blow he was no-doubt going to receive to the back of his head from the harsh impact, but damn did that shit hurt. All in the same second Garuru opened the hatch that was in the center of the Mecha’s chest and jumped out to get cover behind some hefty metal crates not too far from the landing pad. Sure, some could argue that he could just remain in the suit and open fire the moment he landed, but after coming in hot like that from the atmosphere? It would be detrimental if that one lucky bullet found its way into the fuel chamber on his suit. 

Ka-Boom. To put it simply. 

Despite the pain radiating from the back of his head to the space in between his eyes Garuru managed to take aim and shoot at a couple of those vile Vipers, he ducked accordingly when the lucky few had taken cover to start returning fire as well. He remained close to the ground, letting his right hand reach up to the back of his head, throbbing and stinging under his touch. If it wasn’t for the pain he was already feeling then it was surely the wetness at the back of his head that gave it away that he was surely injured. Garuru peeked at his hand then wiped it off on his thigh to clean it off, that...was quite a bit of blood. It was a miracle he didn’t kill himself from blunt force trauma in the suit. 

“Garuru to Platoon, come in platoon, I’m under attack--” Garuru ducks down even further, lifting his left hand with the pistol just enough over the cargo box he took for cover and trying to fire back. If he hit someone, good, but more importantly he took those shots so that he could force them into cover and get himself a breather. The communicator in his other hand crackled with Taruru’s voice, and then Pururu’s, but he couldn’t hear a word that they were saying. The Lieutenant flips the com over so he could look at the connection, the signals were jammed. He presses a single button that was there to get in contact with his dispatcher, usually the function was for the dispatcher themselves to connect to the team to let them know he was under attack, or injured, etcetera. His com blinks a few times, then vibrates and…..nothing. “Fuck.” he musters with a short aggrivated sigh. Well, that means he was on his own for this, that’s fine by him.

At least, he thought he was alone.

Garuru was readying his sniper so that he could immediately start taking shots the moment he got out of cover, but before he could even come out he heard screams...the Viper’s screams. And more gunshots. His years worth of tactical training and survival instincts kicked in, he had to find a new form of cover--higher ground and all of that--so he could see what the hell was going on. The Lieutenant peeks over, seeing a small group of metal containers stacked upon one another then decides to run for it, keeping his head ducked down and sliding into position at the very bottom of it. He hops up onto the metal crate and pauses to hear the bursts slowing down. There was no more screaming now, but a couple of well aimed shots did shoot at the container Garuru had used for cover before running over to this side. He held his arm up to shield his eyes from the dust and debris that flew over, then silence fell on the camp again. 

It was a deafening few seconds before Garuru had the nerve to look out from his cover. He removed his scope from the sniper and kept it on his lap at first, grabbing a small pack that was beside him and underhanded it into the opening. No shots were made at it. He then slid slowly towards the edge of the crate that covered him, taking his scope and inching it out so that it peeked out from his hiding place. Nothing. For sure if this person was a sniper they would have shot at the tiny glistening metal and glass in his hand if they suspected it to be an enemy peeking out from cover. Hell, he would. 

Garuru sighed, getting on his knees to move to the edge and finally look through the scope to see where this other person was. He didn’t see anything at first, and the scanner that came equipped inside his scope couldn’t find any traces of life among the lifeless moon landscape either when he continued to look. But then he saw it, a little glitter? No. It was Keronian morse code. ‘E.N.E.M.Y’? After a pause it started up again. 

K.E.R.O.N.I.A.N / O.R / E.N.E.M.Y 

Garuru tilted his thumb so that it could cover the scope then removed it again to see through it in a pattern, knowing that the reflection from the sun was already making his scope glisten and tried to sign back as best as he could. 

K.E.R.O.N.I.A.N / S.O.L.D.I.E.R / A.L.Y 

He waited patiently then signed his message back again. Whoever it was he was signalling to seem to know Keronian Morse code very well because it only took them the second time of seeing his message before they began their reply. 

H.O.W / M.A.N.Y 

Garuru’s reply. 

O.N.E 

A Keronian appeared from what looked like to be out of thin air, he was sand colored with yellow eyes and red markings on his face under his sharp eyes and two belts across his chest. Garuru even jolted when the random Keronian appeared, did he have some cloaking device on him that made him stand out in the opening like that? Then again, it would make sense how he managed to take down three Vipers on his own without so much as breaking a sweat if they couldn’t see him. After making his presence known the Keronian used what looked like a small flashlight in his hand to click it on and off to signal back. 

K.E.R.O.N.I.A.N / S.P.E.C.T.R.E / A.L.L.Y / C.O.M.E / O.U.T 

A Keronian spectre? That was lucky of him. Usually Keronian Spectres have worked off galaxy side, fighting or indoctrinating other sides of the cosmos in hopes of spreading Keron’s territory, not running around on a moon that was so close to their home. Garuru slid off of the crate and onto his feet, wobbling a little as he did so but he wasn’t worried, his vision was still clear, his breathing was fine, he didn’t think his body was going into shock or anything...yet. Garuru makes one more glance around to ensure that it was indeed just the two of them before getting out of cover, then slowly making his way past the Vipers that all laid there pathetically in the moon sand. Huh, he managed to hit one of the  guys when he wasn’t looking, that was also lucky of him. 

The other Keronian was already standing at the foot of Garuru’s mech suit, looking at it as though he was just a passerby admiring a good piece of machinery and not that he just killed some enemies on their home turf. “Sir.” Garuru greeted with a salute, being that the other soldier turned and gave him a casual salute back only meant that they were the same rank so Garuru put his hand down and met him at the mech. “I appreciate you helping me out back there.” 

“There’s a lot of blood in there.” the sand colored soldier stated, nodding his head to the mech suit and the Lieutenant winced inwardly when he saw the roof of the suit covered with blood. Yup. His blood. “It wouldn’t warrant those bastards to come this close though.” 

“It wouldn’t, that blood is mine. They were already here when I was starting to land.” Garuru explains, turning his head slightly when the other soldier leaned over so that he could look at the back of his head, it must not be good if the guy audibly hissed at the sight. “I was supposed to meet with a group here for a delivery mission, but we didn’t receive word or anything about the campsite getting taken over.” The soldier nods his head, looking back at the Vipers that laid about and then back to Garuru, asking him what he was supposed to deliver. “A package, for the Lieutenant Colonel in charge of this crater.” 

“I’m Lieutenant Vern, or carrier seven-one-eight-six-three.” the soldier finally speaks up, bringing his wrist up so that a holographic screen could come in between them. The screen flickered with different information and files before coming set onto one that showed a picture of Garuru and his platoon all together, Garuru could read that the file name was in Keronian but the rest of the file itself was in another language….Nimonian? No doubt about it, it looked Nimonian but unfortunately he didn’t know a lick of it. “You must be Lieutenant Garuru then, of the Garuru Platoon. I think we were supposed to meet originally on behalf of the Marquees Greedo.” 

“That sounds about right.” Garuru states, nodding in affirmation. He and his platoon were supposed to meet someone with the identification numbers seven-one-eight-six-three when they had received their orders, of course they were also supposed to meet in a ‘fortified camp’ as well, but things change, and even though Garuru was curious to find out what the hell happened here it wasn’t part of the mission to know. Just to deliver this package to said Marquees who...might or might not be among them anymore if they had the scene at this meeting place to go by. Garuru was about to jump back into the suit to grab the package but was instead stopped by Vern who grabbed his shoulder when his back was turned and held him in place. The Lieutenant was about to ask the guy what he was doing before he felt a slight pinch and a whole lot of burning in the back of his head, making him swear aloud. 

“My apologies, it’s just better to seal this hole in the back of your skull before it has the chance to get any worse.” the soldier behind him states, though his voice was monotone and deep it sounded a bit playful near the end of it, almost as if he was smiling at his own little joke. Nonetheless, Garuru appreciated it. 

“Do you know what happened here?” 

 “Only about as much as you, I just got here as well.” They stood in silence a little more before Vern’s grasp finally let go of Garuru’s shoulder and the burning in the back of his head subsided as well, no longer did it throb and pulsate but instead felt numb. Garuru sighed in relief, stretching his stiffening neck and shoulders then running his hand gently behind his head to feel the injury that was as distant as a misplaced memory. The skin there had healed up and the blood was now dry, the area itself was still a little sensitive to the touch but nothing compared to when it was fresh.

“Thank you, Vern.” Garuru was sincere with his thank you, if it was any other soldier they would turn a blind eye if a comrade was hurt but they learned that a medic was in their platoon. ‘Why should I waste my resources if a medic is nearby?’ would be their mentality, but this guy was kind enough to heal his injury enough so that he could keep on working. The soldier didn’t looked all that pleased at his thanks, nor didn’t say ‘your welcome’ or ‘no problem’ or ‘anyone would have done the same’, this guy stayed true to the Nimonian stereotype and just answered back a short and simple: 

“Let’s get you back on the mission, Lieutenant.”  

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It was incredibly late in the evening, far too late for it to even be considered overtime. 

Most of the soldiers on the higher officer floor had gone home for the day, and one had turned the lights off before realizing that, yes, someone else was still there. Of course the soldier stammered with apologies even after Lieutenant Garuru accepted the first few apologies and informed him that it was just a simple mistake. It wasn’t on any sane person’s mind to stay at the military base far after the roll call for the last shift was made, star soldier or not. 

He also quite liked the darkness too despite knowing that working in the dark threatened to affect his eyesight, the Lieutenant gave a flippant wave of his hand to adjust the lights so that they were dimmed as opposed to be completely off and then grabbed the freshly made cup of coffee that was sitting on his desk face. Garuru tilted his head curiously at the work that he’s put into the webpage and then shook his head slowly with a soft chuckle, a blog page, to think that he’d be inspired to make one of these after coming across Keroro’s. Still, it looked like the Sergeant was having fun interacting with friends from different universes and timelines (timelines!? What a world they live in…), he decided then and there that he wanted in on some of the action too. What kind of people lived out there? What kind of military personnel or warriors will he come across? What kind of competition even? 

He had been hopping on and off from the blog and his paperwork during his slow days when he would just be given desk work, just so that he could perfect every little detail on his ‘profile’. Was it extensive? Possibly. 

With a sigh Garuru leans back in his chair and raises the cup of scalding liquid to his lips to take a cautious sip, the fingers on his opposite hand tapping rhythmically to the music he put on his profile. It was hard to pick just three songs out of the massive playlist that was on his communicator but these songs will do for now. Just like the colors and the layout he’s chosen, that’s what made it all so fun: he could completely customize all of this to his liking, a creative freedom of sorts. 

A clear and sudden ring came from one of the other monitors on his desk, a message from his dispatcher wondering what the hell was he doing still logged in on the military’s computer at this hour. Without missing a beat he waved his hand over the keyboard, leaning back just a little more to hold the hot mug in both hands, perfectly content when a little microphone bubble popped up on the dash. 

“Nothing really. Comma. I’m just making the final adjustments on this blog thing I was telling you about earlier. Period.” he pauses to take another sip from his coffee, humming the bitter liquid down. “I will be leaving my inbox open. Comma. Just in case someone wants to send me a message or ask me some questions. Period. New Line. I will be getting off soon. Comma. Sorry for keeping you up later than usual. Period. Period. Period. Again. Period. L-O-L emoji. Send text.” 

He’s not an avid user when it comes to emojis but here he’ll make an exception since he’s not technically working, again, it was far passed overtime hours and everyone was out of the higher officer floor anyways. Garuru is in the middle of taking another sip from his coffee when yet another notification appears on his desktop, thankfully his dispatcher is not scolding him, actually, they seemed excited about his blog getting finalized and offered to relay any and all other questions and messages that might be directed to him. Oh, that’s a good idea actually. 

“Reply to sender.” Garuru states, bringing up a new message window, a finger running along the rim of the mug as he contemplates his response in a quick second. “That’s a good idea. Period. But for now. Comma. I think I’ll just start--quotation mark--liking--end quotation--and reblogging some posts in the meantime. Period. Send text.” With that message sent, the Lieutenant sits himself up a little straighter to run his fingertips on the small square that was at the base of his keyboard so he can jump to the tab that had tumblr still open. That was a good idea, just find some aesthetic looking pictures to reblog and ‘prompts’ to like for later maybe, just until he’s finished this cup of coffee and heads home. 

They had an app for this website too don’t they? Maybe he should get that on his communicator too…

★彡( 𝙸𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗! )彡★

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((Hey y’all, I have no idea what I’m doing but to show that I’m alive I think I’ll just scroll around and like and reblog some stuff to fluff up Garuru’s blog some more. I’ll be writing some stuff too, ‘cause why not?🤷‍♂️ Just some exploring Garuru’s life, or his work or something. But for now, the inbox is open!✨ Can’t wait to chat with y’all!!💜))

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Tag Dump #3

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╚»★«╝Captain of Arms ╚»★«╝ (Keroro) ╚»★«╝ Brotherly Love ╚»★«╝ (Giroro) ╚»★«╝ Crazed Scientist ╚»★«╝ (Kururu) ╚»★«╝ Promising Assassin ╚»★«╝ (Dororo) ╚»★«╝ Dangerous Private ╚»★«╝ (Tamama)

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴋᴏᴘᴏɴɪᴀɴꜱ:

╚»★«╝ Pekopon’s Soldier ╚»★«╝ (Natsumi) ╚»★«╝ Pekopon’s Last Defence ╚»★«╝ (Fuyuki) ╚»★«╝ Pekopon’s General ╚»★«╝ (Aki) ╚»★«╝ Pekopon’s Finances ╚»★«╝ (Momoka) ╚»★«╝ Pekopon’s Shadow╚»★«╝ (Koyuki) ╚»★«╝ Pekopon’s Shield╚»★«╝ (Mutsumi)

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Tag Dump #1

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏᴏɴ:

╚»★«╝ LT in Command ╚»★«╝ (Self) ╚»★«╝ Lance Corporal ╚»★«╝ (Zoruru) ╚»★«╝ Private Second Class ╚»★«╝ (Taruru) ╚»★«╝ Buck Private ╚»★«╝ (Tororo) ╚»★«╝ Chief Medic ╚»★«╝ (Pururu)

((ᴏᴄ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ/ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ; ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀᴅᴅ/ᴇᴅɪᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏᴄꜱ)):

╚»★«╝ K.D-001396 ╚»★«╝ (Ichigo) ╚»★«╝ My Eyes and Ears ╚»★«╝((Garuru/Ichigo interaction)) ╚»★«╝ Delivery  Man ╚»★«╝ (Vern) #╚»★«╝ Father in Command ╚»★«╝ (Giroro/Garuru’s dad)

[[ ★彡 I donno if I should make a separate blog for Ichigo, or just have her interact in the background just like she would if Garuru was working. I’m down for suggestions! 彡★ ]] 

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Test

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