Buck Rockgut is back, with a few surprises in store for the Central Park team. What does he know, and will Private find a way to tell Skipper about Hans? Will I find a way to work this in with my homework time? Why am I rambling? Why are you reading my rambling?! Read the STORY!!
The penguins gasped. How could he be back? They sent him away! He was a loony, mad, not swimming on all flippers. In short, they didn’t trust him.
“What do you want, Buck? Last time you were here, you caused chaos and mass panic.” Skipper demanded
“Uh, Skipper, that was us too.” Reminded Private
“Hush, Private, details aren’t important.” Whispered to Private
“Well, Skipper, I think you’ll find Private is right. Details ARE important. And in my line of work, I never have misread the fine print on anything.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” Private asked
“What does that – “ he chortled “It has everything! I still own this base, soldiers! That makes me your Colonel!”
Private raised his flipper. “But Skipper is our Colonel now.”
“Not anymore. He’s been demoted.” Buck grinned. “But don’t worry. I won’t do anything too painful – yet. First things first, I have to get my bunk ready. Where am I sleeping, soldiers?” Buck jumped down into the HQ to look around.
“Ah, my old room. This is quite nice.” He jumped into Skipper’s bunk. “This’ll do quite nicely.”
Skipper went forward. “Hey! Get out of my Bunk!” Buck slid out of the concrete indent.
“Well, excuuu-se me, but its my bunk now. The entire operation is mine for the taking. You will do as I say. When I say swim, you say how far. When I give an order, it happens. Are we clear?” He was practically foaming by the end of his speech. Private could feel the specks of spit coming off of him. He grimaced.
“What was that face, soldier?!” Buck demanded
“Nothing! Nothing, Col. Rockgut!” Private held in his gut.
“Good. You have potential, boy. Now drop and give me 50.”
“But I didn’t –“
“Sixty.” Private dropped.
It was the hardest Private had ever worked. By the time he was done, he was gasping for air.Buck went back up top to teach Skipper and Kowalski how things were going to be run. He left Rico and Private in the HQ.
Private looked up to the ceiling. Rico looked over at him, worried. “Okay?” He asked in the rough voice of his.
“Yeah, Rico, I’m fine.” Private tried to stand up. His knees wobbled, and then fell to the cold concrete below. He decided to just lay there for a little. When he looked over, Rico was bringing him a cup of water.
“Thanks, Rico.” he graciously took the cup to his beak, and drank. He stayed on the ground for a while, letting the strength flow back into him. He finally stood up, and walked over to sit at the table. Rico sat on the other side. The door behind them opened, and Brook stepped through. “Hi, Private. Hello, Rico.”
Private wasn’t surprised by her sudden appearance, but Rico was. He had no idea who the female puffin was, but it was a puffin and deserved to be kicked out of the HQ. He moved to her, growling. Private stopped him, holding up a flipper.
“It’s okay, Rico. She’s a friend.” Rico calmed down, but he remained tense when Brook sat down beside Private.
“I don’t know how long I have. I don’t think I covered my tracks well enough. Sooner or later, they’ll find me and what I did. And then they’ll be after you.”
“Could that be why they sent Buck Rockgut back as our colonel?” Private pondered
“Maybe.” she replied
Meanwhile, so many questions were going through Rico’s mind. How did they meet? Who was she? Were they going out? Fortunately for him, being the psychotic one, all he had to do was say “Eh?” and the full extent of his questioning was received.
Private looked at Brook questioningly, and Brook nodded in return. So, Private told him everything. How he had met her in the tunnels with Wheeler’s team, how she knew about her father and the scientists, and what they were working on.
“But the others must never find out about her! She’s - important.” Brook giggled. “And we don’t want anything bad happening to us because of her or to her because of us.” Rico nodded. He understood everything. The young Private was in Love!
“D’awwwwwwww.” he moaned teasingly. Private blushed. Then the fish bowl moved out of the way, letting the trapped sunlight through and the others to start coming down. Brook stood up, gave Private a quick peck on the cheek, and left the HQ, closing the door softly behind.
Skipper and Kowalski came slowly down the ladder, feet dragging against the cold floor. They flopped on the floor around the table, as Buck came in looking all too proud of himself.Buck wass walking high, his chest out and a constant smile on his face. It was a little creepy to Private. Buck jumped on the table.
“I’m going to tell you too lollipops what I told them. We’re going to be training harder, faster, and later than what you are used to. I am going to bring up my expectations of what this team can do. There will be no Peanut Butter Winkies, no Butterscotch Lollies, no afternoon naps and television. There will be longer courses, more physical training, getting up at an earlier time and going to bed later.”
With every word that came out of Rockgut’s mouth, every disappointing sentence, groans and moans were the reply from the penguins around the table. Skipper slammed his head onto the table surface. Rico was doing his best to keep his insanity. Kowalski resorted to his clipboard to write the stuff down, which was promptly taken by Rockgut.
“More importantly, there will be no science experiments or inventing whatsoever! There will be no cuddling with stuffed animals -” he glared at Private, who was busy holding a lunacorn for comfort. Noticing the glare, Private quickly threw it behind his back.
“- No random explosions or car rides, and the most important of all, I am the leader here. Skipper, if you even try to help any of them through any of the training i give them or argue with me on anything I say, I will personally see you court marshaled. Are we clear, everyone?”
They nodded slowly, devoid of what little happiness they had left in themselves. Private had something to keep his strength up. And it looked like Skipper did, too, though both of them acted like they didn’t. Private noticed Skipper clenching his flipper under the table. Skipper only did that when he was really angry, Private noticed. If things got out of hand, it might not look good for Rockgut. But Skipper managed to keep his cool.
The day continued as Rockgut had promised. They didn’t go to their bunks until ten o'clock, and by then they were asleep on their feet. Drained of emotional and physical alertness, they climbed in their bunks and were asleep before they hit the concrete pillow.
Skipper was the last one in the HQ. He saw Rockgut in his bunk. Grumbling to himself, he created a bedding out of newspaper and fish by the TV. He would have to fix it up in the morning, but for now it would have to do.
The next day didn’t go any better than the day Rockgut first showed up. They woke up at 400 hours, trained hard with only Breakfast and Supper (while Rockgut got all three meals!). By the time they were ready for bed again at 2200 hours, they were dead on their feet. Private laid in bed, waiting for Rockgut to fall asleep. Once he heard the sounds of slower breathing, he eased out of his bunk.
He crept to the sewer grate outside his habitat. He turned, opened it from the other side to watch for any of his teammates or Buck. He slowly lowered the grate above him. He was still watching and lowering when a silhouette climbed out of the HQ. As Private watched, he saw - Skipper? What was Skipper doing out at a time like this? He watched him jump over to the pathway around the HQ, and disappear from his view. Private tried not to think about it too hard. He continued on to his girl - to Brook. Private still had a hard time admitting she was his girlfriend.
When he got down to the tunnel entrance, Brook was already there waiting for him.
“Hi!”he called out to her.
“SHHH!” she demanded “Sorry!” he blushed
After a few seconds of looking to see if anyone was watching, Brook began talking.
“I brought you something.”
“Oh, well, you really didn’t have to -”
“Nonsense! Since we are going steady -”
“We are?”
“Do you w ant to?”
“Er, yeah.”
“Then we are. Besides, its not a couple gift or anything like that. This’ll help us stay in contact with each other. Here, part your ear feathers.”
Private held the feathers that hid the opening to his ear out of the way so Brook could see. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he could feel. Something cold and metallic brushed up against his feathers. He shivered. He heard a strange sound. It was like air being squeezed out of a balloon, but at a much smaller and softer volume. When it stopped, Brook let go of his feathers.
“Now you will be able to hear me from anywhere in the world.” she said. Private turned to look at her.
“Well? What do you think?” she asked
Private gasped “You’re not talking! I’m not talking! What is this?”
Brook laughed. “It reads your thoughts. Whatever you want sent to the other receiver is sent. Nothing else, so I can’t read your mind and you can’t read mine. You can still talk out loud and hear the real world.”
Brook began talking out loud. “Does this still sound normal to you?” Private nodded.
“Good. I have to go back now, or else the Rattlers’ll find out I’ve been gone.” They quick hugged, and she ran off into the shadows. Private hummed happily to himself, his previously waned strength returning. He ran back to the grate and jumped into the HQ. Skipper wasn’t back yet. A few seconds later, though, Skipper came into his spot on the floor. In minutes, both were asleep.
The third day was just as invigorating as the first day Buck had shown up. They woke up again at 400 hours, ate breakfast and went straight into a long physical exercise. They skipped Lunch (again) and didn’t rest until night fall. By bedtime, they were all but dead on their feet.
Private was contemplating whether or not he should go to see Brook again. He was still thinking about it when he heard her cry out his name. “Private! Come quick!” he jumped out of bed and looked around frantically for her. Then he remembered the earpiece. He jumped out of the HQ and into the sewer, not even bothering to look behind him as the grate clanged against the cement.
He dove, sliding as fast as he could. Her pleas started getting stronger.
“Private, hurry! Faster!”
“Private, their on to me! I don’t know how much time I have!”
“Private, they know about us! Help!”
“Oh, God! PRIVATE, HELPPP!!”
He was in the tunnel. He heard a strange static noise, like a radio station being changed. “Brook?! BROOK!!” he thought into the ear piece. But it was too late. He noticed the spot where they had met so many times. Nothing was there. He kept sliding, hoping it was a trick of some sort. A fluke in the device.
But she wasn’t there. He almost slid into Wheeler’s base. He jumped up onto his feet, but as he did he stumbled into Wheeler’s base. He tripped a wire that caused a bell to go off. In a matter of a few milliseconds, Joey, Marcus, Luke and Matt were on him.
“Guys, cool it! It’s just Private. What are you doing here, soldier?” Joey asked. Private explained everything. About his secret meetings with Brook, and how he thought she might be captured by Hans’s minions.
The shock on their faces was enough to impress a horror star. Joey ordered them all, “Pack it up! We’ve been found!” In minutes, everything in the cave was torn down. As they ran back up the tunnel, they exploded the sections behind them so it caved in. Once they got to the top, Wheeler stopped to give Private some advice.
“Run away. You can try to get your friends to come with you, but try to leave as soon as possible. Forget your girlfriend if you want to live. Run away, so they can never find you.”
Private shook his head in defiance. “I’m sorry, but she means the world to me. I can’t just lose her so easily.”
“Well, then, I wish you the best of luck.” They saluted each other, and Wheeler’s team ran off into the darkness, leaving Private alone in the dark.
Private left for his own HQ. What he would do when he got there was anybody’s guess.
I apologize for the length of this chapter. This is probably the longest I’ve ever written for a chapter, ever. I was planning on uploading this yesterday but I had an issue with my flash drive. It somehow erased half of the chapter, so I had to retype all of it. But its here now, you read it, and you can review! :D
The penguins gasped. How could he be back? They sent him away! He was a loony, mad, not swimming on all flippers. In short, they didn’t trust him.
“What do you want, Buck? Last time you were here, you caused chaos and mass panic.” Skipper demanded
“Uh, Skipper, that was us too.” Reminded Private
“Hush, Private, details aren’t important.” Whispered to Private
“Well, Skipper, I think you’ll find Private is right. Details ARE important. And in my line of work, I never have misread the fine print on anything.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” Private asked
“What does that – “ he chortled “It has everything! I still own this base, soldiers! That makes me your Colonel!”
Private raised his flipper. “But Skipper is our Colonel now.”
“Not anymore. He’s been demoted.” Buck grinned. “But don’t worry. I won’t do anything too painful – yet. First things first, I have to get my bunk ready. Where am I sleeping, soldiers?” Buck jumped down into the HQ to look around.
“Ah, my old room. This is quite nice.” He jumped into Skipper’s bunk. “This’ll do quite nicely.”
Skipper went forward. “Hey! Get out of my Bunk!” Buck slid out of the concrete indent.
“Well, excuuu-se me, but its my bunk now. The entire operation is mine for the taking. You will do as I say. When I say swim, you say how far. When I give an order, it happens. Are we clear?” He was practically foaming by the end of his speech. Private could feel the specks of spit coming off of him. He grimaced.
“What was that face, soldier?!” Buck demanded
“Nothing! Nothing, Col. Rockgut!” Private held in his gut.
“Good. You have potential, boy. Now drop and give me 50.”
“But I didn’t –“
“Sixty.” Private dropped.
It was the hardest Private had ever worked. By the time he was done, he was gasping for air.Buck went back up top to teach Skipper and Kowalski how things were going to be run. He left Rico and Private in the HQ.
Private looked up to the ceiling. Rico looked over at him, worried. “Okay?” He asked in the rough voice of his.
“Yeah, Rico, I’m fine.” Private tried to stand up. His knees wobbled, and then fell to the cold concrete below. He decided to just lay there for a little. When he looked over, Rico was bringing him a cup of water.
“Thanks, Rico.” he graciously took the cup to his beak, and drank. He stayed on the ground for a while, letting the strength flow back into him. He finally stood up, and walked over to sit at the table. Rico sat on the other side. The door behind them opened, and Brook stepped through. “Hi, Private. Hello, Rico.”
Private wasn’t surprised by her sudden appearance, but Rico was. He had no idea who the female puffin was, but it was a puffin and deserved to be kicked out of the HQ. He moved to her, growling. Private stopped him, holding up a flipper.
“It’s okay, Rico. She’s a friend.” Rico calmed down, but he remained tense when Brook sat down beside Private.
“I don’t know how long I have. I don’t think I covered my tracks well enough. Sooner or later, they’ll find me and what I did. And then they’ll be after you.”
“Could that be why they sent Buck Rockgut back as our colonel?” Private pondered
“Maybe.” she replied
Meanwhile, so many questions were going through Rico’s mind. How did they meet? Who was she? Were they going out? Fortunately for him, being the psychotic one, all he had to do was say “Eh?” and the full extent of his questioning was received.
Private looked at Brook questioningly, and Brook nodded in return. So, Private told him everything. How he had met her in the tunnels with Wheeler’s team, how she knew about her father and the scientists, and what they were working on.
“But the others must never find out about her! She’s - important.” Brook giggled. “And we don’t want anything bad happening to us because of her or to her because of us.” Rico nodded. He understood everything. The young Private was in Love!
“D’awwwwwwww.” he moaned teasingly. Private blushed. Then the fish bowl moved out of the way, letting the trapped sunlight through and the others to start coming down. Brook stood up, gave Private a quick peck on the cheek, and left the HQ, closing the door softly behind.
Skipper and Kowalski came slowly down the ladder, feet dragging against the cold floor. They flopped on the floor around the table, as Buck came in looking all too proud of himself.Buck wass walking high, his chest out and a constant smile on his face. It was a little creepy to Private. Buck jumped on the table.
“I’m going to tell you too lollipops what I told them. We’re going to be training harder, faster, and later than what you are used to. I am going to bring up my expectations of what this team can do. There will be no Peanut Butter Winkies, no Butterscotch Lollies, no afternoon naps and television. There will be longer courses, more physical training, getting up at an earlier time and going to bed later.”
With every word that came out of Rockgut’s mouth, every disappointing sentence, groans and moans were the reply from the penguins around the table. Skipper slammed his head onto the table surface. Rico was doing his best to keep his insanity. Kowalski resorted to his clipboard to write the stuff down, which was promptly taken by Rockgut.
“More importantly, there will be no science experiments or inventing whatsoever! There will be no cuddling with stuffed animals -” he glared at Private, who was busy holding a lunacorn for comfort. Noticing the glare, Private quickly threw it behind his back.
“- No random explosions or car rides, and the most important of all, I am the leader here. Skipper, if you even try to help any of them through any of the training i give them or argue with me on anything I say, I will personally see you court marshaled. Are we clear, everyone?”
They nodded slowly, devoid of what little happiness they had left in themselves. Private had something to keep his strength up. And it looked like Skipper did, too, though both of them acted like they didn’t. Private noticed Skipper clenching his flipper under the table. Skipper only did that when he was really angry, Private noticed. If things got out of hand, it might not look good for Rockgut. But Skipper managed to keep his cool.
The day continued as Rockgut had promised. They didn’t go to their bunks until ten o'clock, and by then they were asleep on their feet. Drained of emotional and physical alertness, they climbed in their bunks and were asleep before they hit the concrete pillow.
Skipper was the last one in the HQ. He saw Rockgut in his bunk. Grumbling to himself, he created a bedding out of newspaper and fish by the TV. He would have to fix it up in the morning, but for now it would have to do.
The next day didn’t go any better than the day Rockgut first showed up. They woke up at 400 hours, trained hard with only Breakfast and Supper (while Rockgut got all three meals!). By the time they were ready for bed again at 2200 hours, they were dead on their feet. Private laid in bed, waiting for Rockgut to fall asleep. Once he heard the sounds of slower breathing, he eased out of his bunk.
He crept to the sewer grate outside his habitat. He turned, opened it from the other side to watch for any of his teammates or Buck. He slowly lowered the grate above him. He was still watching and lowering when a silhouette climbed out of the HQ. As Private watched, he saw - Skipper? What was Skipper doing out at a time like this? He watched him jump over to the pathway around the HQ, and disappear from his view. Private tried not to think about it too hard. He continued on to his girl - to Brook. Private still had a hard time admitting she was his girlfriend.
When he got down to the tunnel entrance, Brook was already there waiting for him.
“Hi!”he called out to her.
“SHHH!” she demanded “Sorry!” he blushed
After a few seconds of looking to see if anyone was watching, Brook began talking.
“I brought you something.”
“Oh, well, you really didn’t have to -”
“Nonsense! Since we are going steady -”
“We are?”
“Do you w ant to?”
“Er, yeah.”
“Then we are. Besides, its not a couple gift or anything like that. This’ll help us stay in contact with each other. Here, part your ear feathers.”
Private held the feathers that hid the opening to his ear out of the way so Brook could see. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he could feel. Something cold and metallic brushed up against his feathers. He shivered. He heard a strange sound. It was like air being squeezed out of a balloon, but at a much smaller and softer volume. When it stopped, Brook let go of his feathers.
“Now you will be able to hear me from anywhere in the world.” she said. Private turned to look at her.
“Well? What do you think?” she asked
Private gasped “You’re not talking! I’m not talking! What is this?”
Brook laughed. “It reads your thoughts. Whatever you want sent to the other receiver is sent. Nothing else, so I can’t read your mind and you can’t read mine. You can still talk out loud and hear the real world.”
Brook began talking out loud. “Does this still sound normal to you?” Private nodded.
“Good. I have to go back now, or else the Rattlers’ll find out I’ve been gone.” They quick hugged, and she ran off into the shadows. Private hummed happily to himself, his previously waned strength returning. He ran back to the grate and jumped into the HQ. Skipper wasn’t back yet. A few seconds later, though, Skipper came into his spot on the floor. In minutes, both were asleep.
The third day was just as invigorating as the first day Buck had shown up. They woke up again at 400 hours, ate breakfast and went straight into a long physical exercise. They skipped Lunch (again) and didn’t rest until night fall. By bedtime, they were all but dead on their feet.
Private was contemplating whether or not he should go to see Brook again. He was still thinking about it when he heard her cry out his name. “Private! Come quick!” he jumped out of bed and looked around frantically for her. Then he remembered the earpiece. He jumped out of the HQ and into the sewer, not even bothering to look behind him as the grate clanged against the cement.
He dove, sliding as fast as he could. Her pleas started getting stronger.
“Private, hurry! Faster!”
“Private, their on to me! I don’t know how much time I have!”
“Private, they know about us! Help!”
“Oh, God! PRIVATE, HELPPP!!”
He was in the tunnel. He heard a strange static noise, like a radio station being changed. “Brook?! BROOK!!” he thought into the ear piece. But it was too late. He noticed the spot where they had met so many times. Nothing was there. He kept sliding, hoping it was a trick of some sort. A fluke in the device.
But she wasn’t there. He almost slid into Wheeler’s base. He jumped up onto his feet, but as he did he stumbled into Wheeler’s base. He tripped a wire that caused a bell to go off. In a matter of a few milliseconds, Joey, Marcus, Luke and Matt were on him.
“Guys, cool it! It’s just Private. What are you doing here, soldier?” Joey asked. Private explained everything. About his secret meetings with Brook, and how he thought she might be captured by Hans’s minions.
The shock on their faces was enough to impress a horror star. Joey ordered them all, “Pack it up! We’ve been found!” In minutes, everything in the cave was torn down. As they ran back up the tunnel, they exploded the sections behind them so it caved in. Once they got to the top, Wheeler stopped to give Private some advice.
“Run away. You can try to get your friends to come with you, but try to leave as soon as possible. Forget your girlfriend if you want to live. Run away, so they can never find you.”
Private shook his head in defiance. “I’m sorry, but she means the world to me. I can’t just lose her so easily.”
“Well, then, I wish you the best of luck.” They saluted each other, and Wheeler’s team ran off into the darkness, leaving Private alone in the dark.
Private left for his own HQ. What he would do when he got there was anybody’s guess.
I apologize for the length of this chapter. This is probably the longest I’ve ever written for a chapter, ever. I was planning on uploading this yesterday but I had an issue with my flash drive. It somehow erased half of the chapter, so I had to retype all of it. But its here now, you read it, and you can review! :D
Me:well that should do it
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Next morning
Harry:I am telling you someone open the chamber of secrets
Me:and now something is came out of that who knows what it is
Ron:well whatever it is I hope it doesn't came to us
Hermonie:well it can kill people there's 4 people
Me:I think
Hermoime:mrs.Norris,Justin,headless nick,and Colin
Me:but how can nick die if he's already dead
Harry:who knows
Ron:and well-
Skipper:*running/waddle* Harry I don't know who did it but come and see
At the griffindory house
Me:someone who is a griffindory could of came in here no one knows are were password
Private:I bet they were looking for something
Harry:well they found it Tom Riddle's diary is gone
End of part 8 Guess who stope Tom Riddle's diary
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Next morning
Harry:I am telling you someone open the chamber of secrets
Me:and now something is came out of that who knows what it is
Ron:well whatever it is I hope it doesn't came to us
Hermonie:well it can kill people there's 4 people
Me:I think
Hermoime:mrs.Norris,Justin,headless nick,and Colin
Me:but how can nick die if he's already dead
Harry:who knows
Ron:and well-
Skipper:*running/waddle* Harry I don't know who did it but come and see
At the griffindory house
Me:someone who is a griffindory could of came in here no one knows are were password
Private:I bet they were looking for something
Harry:well they found it Tom Riddle's diary is gone
End of part 8 Guess who stope Tom Riddle's diary
Okay. I was recently chatting with someone on this spot (I will not release his name) and he had told me something that I cannot ignore. He told me that some of you guys feel discriminated against, and that you believe we fangirls want you permenantly removed from this spot. I just wanted to publicly state, that this is NOT true!! Just because we make a few harmless jokes here and there, that dosn't mean we want to get rid of you. I personally believe that not all guys are sexist pigs. Now, I hope we can put this little incident behind us. Thank you all for your time.
~Lilly~
~Lilly~
