Fyruru was taking alot of injuries, but at last, his new HQ was complete. He put a stolen Rololo bomb beneath Fabubu's teeth. Being the razor sharp drsgon teeth they were, the bomb immediately broke and Fyruru quickly teleported his Platoon, Mododo's pekoponian, and himself to the new base.
(I'm thinking the base is in the upper atmosphere or something. Somewhere hidden from view.)
Fabubu widen his eyes and gave a loud, long roar, shaking his head side to side from the smoke. He did not like the taste of the bomb one bet and immediately ran to the lake to flush the taste out of his mouth.
"Dude..."
Picassa landed on the ground.
"Where did everyone go?"
He stared at the ceiling, eyes wandering.
"There was some annoying brat right here.."
He walked over to where Quezaza was. "What just happened?"
(Rofl. Teleporting spam.)
Quazaza suddenly became aware that Fyruru had escaped.
"Let us reqroup back to our Master's Spaceship. We need to report what had happened and what needs to be done. I suspect that Fyruru knew all along what was going to happen and I think our Master predicted this outcome as well. Picassa, can you get us out of here?"
Quazaza redirected his aura to Picassa, allowing him to fly. Fabubu reverted back to Keronian form.
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Fyruru suddenly awoke. His plan, although he had gotten more injuries than expected, was a success. They could watch over Pekopon much more easily with this new base and had many more defense mechanisms.
Kitata coughed, she finally wakening by herself. Everything seemed blurry... almost like it was just a nightmare.
Her wounds were still terrible and she looked at the blood on her hand. She dropping her head again.
"Ngh. What just happened?"
Kitata's voice was soft, giving that she was still weak and vanirable to anything. She needed to bandage her wounds.
(Battles over, right?)
Souichi quickly restrained the enraged Mododo, her eyes quickly scanning her surroundings, searching relentlessly for Picassa.
"Ssh, shh, down, girl."
"-...."
Mododo sighed, her eyes slowly reverting back to the pale, innocent mint color. Her eyes shifted to her leaders, her eyes widening from his condition. "M-MR. LEADER!"
"Yeah, I can get us out of here.. Let's roll, guys."
Picassa flew out of the cavern with the rest of the group, going towards the spaceship.
(I don't know how else to do it..)
(That's fine Mex. Battle's over ;D).
Fyruru saw that his Platoon was in no shape to handle another attack. He allowed everyone to rest and handed out some Pekoponian First Aid kits.
"This is our new Aero HQ. From now on, this will be our permanent base. We will allow Mododo's Pekoponian to stay here for awhile if he wishes.
Do not be wary of another attack. Kuroro will not try another attack until later."
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When the rest of Kuroro's Platoon met up with Kuroro at their spaceship, Quazaza expected harsh criticism. Instead, Kuroro remained cool.
"Both sides need to rest. We will commence a better attack soon. This time, I will also assist in the battle and destroy Fyruru myself." Kuroro told the Platoon.
"Yes Master." Quazaza replied.
With Kitata being bandaged up and her wounds being tended to, she finally broke down. The reality all coming back to her.
"Fyruru, I can't handle this. I don't want to take part anymore!" She started to shake in place. She emotionally a mess.
"B-back there was Fabubu, one of my best friends. I.. I can't fight against him. I refuse to, and I refuse to see any of us fight him."
Souichi nodded, examining his surroundings. "..so this where you aliens hang out, huh? Mododo, you should-"
Mododo jumped out his arms and rushed to Kitata, grabbing her by the soldiers and began to shake her frantically.
"For the good of Pekopon, Kitata-chan, for the good of Pekopon!"
"-E-Easy, girl, she's hurt!"
"We're trying to protect Pekopon and she's acting like a little sissy about it!"