Oh my gosh, a new story . Part three now, of what looks to be an ongoing series... This is a sequel the story 'Consequences', and for those of you just joining us, here's the story so far:

The Keroro platoon has a new, unofficial and much younger member. Chief Mechanic Kirere, who was made from the DNA of Giroro and Kururu and whose purpose was originally to be a super weapon to aide in the takeover of Pekopon. Instead she ended up being an epic failure in nearly everything, save for anything dealing with puzzles.

In the last story, Kirere was used to her full potential, but was stopped by the Keroro Platoon just in time, and rescued from a crazed occult writer, Nicolas Kezanstav. The group picked up another Keronian along the way, the moody many-generations removed uncle of Keroro, Major Romama. Romama isn't on good terms with the team, however, and when we last saw him he had left them, not saying where he was headed.

So that basically puts you up to speed with everything that's been going on... I really hope everyone enjoys this. I won't be able to update this one nearly as often as my other stories, but I still hope you bear with me ^_^' Thanks so much for reading.

We Are Not Alone

Chapter 1:

The old farmer pulled back the sheet, and a set of ice-cold blue eyes looked over the mysterious craft, his lips forming into a smile.

"I think it's something the Soviets might have used," explained the farmer, taking a puff from his pipe.

The other man in the barn glanced at the writing on the side of the ship; it definitely wasn't Russian… It wasn't even of this planet. But the farmer wouldn't have a clue about that.

"I'll give you fifteen for it."

"Twenty."

"….You have a deal," answered the younger-looking man, who ran his hand across the metallic underside of the ship.

"So, you know what this is, then, eh?"

"Yes. It actually belonged to an old, old friend of mine."

"Military?"

"Yes… Now, if you excuse me."

"Mm, just don't blow anything up," grumbled the old farmer, who turned and left the old decrepit barn.

"So one-hundred years later, it ended up in Italy…" he other man was alone now, and after making sure that he was indeed alone, he opened up a control panel, and after pressing a few buttons; having to repeat the actions on the ancient system a few times, the hatch opened, revealing a set of metallic stairs.

He then made his way up the stairs, cautiously, and found some of the lights still in use. As he approached the main deck, he found himself having to crouch down, but he didn't mind this. He was much more excited with his find.

Seven seats in a semi-circled around a control panel, and on the opposite end of the large circular room seven spots where there had been escape pods. One still remained now, much to the man's utter shock. It glowed a dull green, and he approached it cautiously, and wiped away some of the dirt that had accumulated on it.

His face gave way to a wicked grin as he laid eyes on the small creature inside the ancient tank, "Well, a new friend… And you and I shall be very good ones, indeed. Now, I think it's time you woke up, you've napped long enough…"

"I'm home," Giroro announced, opening the door and set aside the knapsack and large rifle, which sat beneath a wall filled with photos and awards. It didn't take long for him to hear rustling in the kitchen of the round Keronian house, and he walked towards this.

"Hi, Daddy!" Kirere smiled and looked up from the picture she was drawing at the kitchen counter.

"Hehe, something else for the refrigerator, Kirere-chan?" Giroro leaned over and smiled proudly at the child, patting her on the head.

"Well, I'm not allowed to touch anything sharp, so I'm not really a big help cooking…" she answered regretfully. "I did do a lot better in class today, I'm up to a fifty in math!"

"Wonderful," he patted her on the head once more, and then walked over to the counter, where the little missus stood in a pink apron, chopping vegetables and sliding them into a pot of boiling water.

"Kuku, how was work, dear?" he asked with his usual chuckle, and tossed more vegetables into the pot.

"Another planet fell to us," Giroro announced. "It was barely a fair match, hehehe."

"Always good to hear," Kururu looked over and his grin grew. "Kukuku! Why don't you wash up for dinner? Fresh towels are in the bathroom."

"I'll get the plates on the table!" Kirere hopped off of her seat and ran to the cabinet, which, even at a proper Keronian's height, she needed to scoot a stool over to reach the plates. She picked up a big stack, but almost immediately fell back, the plates throwing her off balance.

Giroro went running, and slid to the floor, Kirere landing atop him, the plates still in her hands. After a few moments, both she and Giroro broke into a laugh of relief. Kururu turned away from his work, and looked down at the two, and joined in the happy laughter. They were quite the happy family.

"GYYYYAAAAAAAAA!" Giroro bolted up from his sleep, drenched in sweat and shaking horribly. At the sound of his yell Neko had bolted straight up, the fur on her back sticking straight up as she, too, was pulled out of her sleep.

"You had that really, really weird dream where you're married to Papa and we're living on Keron again, didn't you?" Kirere asked flatly as she took another sip from her juice box and sat in front of Giroro, her legs folded beneath her.

Giroro only laid back, panting and staring up at the top of his tent.

Kirere stood up and glanced down at him, meeting her eyes with his, "It might be something you're eating, or the change in the weather…. That's what Doro-kun thinks, at least."

Giroro sat back up after regaining his breath, and looked up at Kirere, "What're you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be at Haruki's?"

"He's here today, avoiding a bill collector," she answered with a cheery grin. Giroro only grunted in disgust.

"That slacker needs to pay his bills and grow up," Giroro stood and stretched. "Ugh, I slept in."

"That's why I'm here!" Kirere's grin grew. "Come on outside, we have something to show you!"

"Eh?" it was only now Giroro heard the noises… Music…? And he now noticed Kirere had a red flower stuck atop one of her headphones, and a red lei about her neck... What was going on...?

Kirere pulled him out of his tent, and Giroro was immediately greeted by what looked to be a luau. As he turned around, he jolted in surprise as his tent had been covered in straw and hibiscus flowers.

"Giroro Gocho! Aloha!" Keroro hopped off of the wooden bench that he sat on with Mois. The sergeant was dressed in sunglasses, a red and yellow Hawaiian shirt, and a floppy straw hat. Giroro watched silently as Mois stood and placed a flower lei about his neck, and Kirere giggled at his puzzled expression.

"Giroro-kun, we heard a scream from inside your tent," Dororo sat at the wooden table, a flower on the side of his helmet and a slice of pineapple in his hands. "We were a bit concerned…"

"Did you have that dream about being married to Kururu Socho again?" Tamama piped up, and Giroro's face went bright red.

"Wha… What's the meaning of this, anyway?!" Giroro shouted, taking a step back from the group.

"It's a luau, Gocho!" Keroro exclaimed happily.

"It's OCTOBER!" Giroro snarled in return.

"Eh, I just mentioned something about cooking Hawaiian tonight, my treat, and it kinda snowballed," Haruki turned away from the grill and scratched the back of his head. "We would've done this at the park, but Aki said no because there wouldn't be any adults, and I didn't count."

"You shouldn't, bill-dodger," Giroro muttered.

"Heh. Enough with the mouth, c'mere and gimme a hand with these burgers," Haruki called, and Giroro grumbled, but did so.

"Wow, they had nothing like this in the village!" Koyuki gasped as she turned the corner with Natsumi, both with leis about their necks and flowers in their hair, as well as long-sleeved shirts and pants that were bright, festive colors. Giroro's face grew bright red; she was so pretty with those flowers in her hair…

"Nothing like this in Tokyo, either, unfortunately. Ah, Hawaii, I shall return to you someday," Haruki sighed dreamily, and flipped a burger off of the grill, its destination the plate Giroro was holding. Instead, it landed atop the stunned corporal's head.

Haruki tilted down a bit as he saw no reaction from Giroro, who only remained standing there, "Eh?...Well, you'd make a good tiki statue. That burger's all yours, Red."

Meanwihile, while the Hinatas had a miniature luau in their backyard, in a different area of Tokyo a young girl attempted yet again to land a pirouette, only to fail once more, in front of all of her classmates.

"I know you say you practice, Aya, but when you perform like that, week after week, it's hard to believe it," came the voice of the teacher.

The young girl, with her light brown hair tied up in a tight bun, only felt a flush come to her cheeks. The class was dismissed soon after, but the girl remained, standing in front of the mirror and trying to land the moves again and again and again.

It was all easy to see from Romama's spot in the attic of the old dance studio, where he sat amongst a sea of old props, having made out a new home for himself over the past few months. He'd taken up a residence there soon after leaving his nephew behind, and had taken to watching the dance lessons to pass the time during the day.

He'd taken a shine to one in particular, a young Pekoponian named Aya. She was smaller than many of the dancers, and sicklier looking. What he couldn't figure out was why after two months, perhaps even more, she still took the abuse. It was true that she did practice, and often, but he had no way of telling anyone this. He simply watched her and helped out in small ways.

Aya stretched a bit as she stood once more, having landed flat on her rear, and was surprised to now see a fresh bottle of water sitting on the piano. She looked to her left, then right, then walked over and took the bottle.

"My little angel came again…" she said quietly as she took the bottle and took a seat at the piano. "…Thank you…"

Romama grinned in self-satisfaction, and moved away from the crack he watched the dancers from. He turned his attention to the old radio he'd found and now used, along with a large pair of headphones. Romama sat back on an old pile of costumes, and switched on the radio. It wasn't so bad a life, albeit not as exciting as his previous ones.

"And now the latest from a newcomer, a girl who's bound to cause a sensation, Chu!" announced the DJ. Romama didn't pay much attention to this, however. His thoughts only drifted until he found himself in a deep sleep, and then he found himself in a much-familiar memory.

"Eh? Kodada-san, what's wrong?"

"I just… I don't think I can do it, Shosa… I'm nowhere near good enough to carry out a mission as detailed as this…"

"Please don't call me that…"

"Eh? Well, why not!? I mean, you're terrific! You're in charge of soldiers three times your age! That's so neat… You've worked hard for it!"

"It's embarrassing."

"Hahaha, well, I could always find another nickname for you."

"I'm fine. Huh? What's this?"

"It's an extra bandanna of mine. I thought you might like it more than wearing that spiky helmet all of the time. You won't look as scary, either. Sorry it still has my symbol on it."

"No, that's fine… Turn around a second."

"Okay. Can I turn back around now?"

"No."

"…Now?"

"No, be patient."

"….Romama-kun?"

"All right."

"Eh?... Kodaaaa! You look so cute! …Urm, I… I mean… Well…."

"T-Thank you…"

"It… It's no problem, really…"

Romama started awake, and went to shout out something, but found he couldn't. There was only silence every time he opened his mouth. He then fell back against his bed, his arms spread and his expression blank and looking upward at the ceiling.

This blank expression immediately faded, replaced by a stunned, wide-eyed one as he heard a small alarm, one he hadn't heard in eons. He sprung up, pulling the headphones from his head and staring into an old cracked mirror. Indeed the symbol on his bandanna was flashing.

Romama took a few steps forward, staring at himself and his flashing beacon a few more moments before dashing out through the small window he used to get in and out of the old attic.