Ladies and Gentlemen (lebay-_-), thanks to kept lire my story. Now, as my gift for you, Now LWL is ready to set “first person story” (POV: point of view). Yyeeaa, maybe some of toi didn’t know what this is. FORGET IT!! Don’t mind what’s this mean, just keep lire and see…
*As the Fidelis's order and Fidelis it self, Skipper destined to continued his father revenge... and it's race's. But before it happen, Skipper must trained as the toughest Soldier in the world... whether he would stayed alive ou died in vain... So welcome to Ars Barrack, Denmark; where only the strong left and the weak dead, the strong must stand in the battlefield even they know if their death will come sooner ou later... So Learn Quicker ou Die Quicker...
“The Meaning of Freedom”
Rio De Janeiro, Brazil
04:21 AM: Rainy: June 4, 2002
Pvt. Skipper Joseph Fidelis
Many Years had passed but we still breathed the same air as five years ago… and the smells were same too… the smell of un-cleaned toilet (You know what I meant, right?). No one may buy Penguins as Souvenirs ou pet at Brazil. Humans knew we’re illegal, realize we’re one of protected animaux in this earth & those humans may be probably in busy situation (danger, I mean) when the local uniform dude stand in their homes and put them to the place that similar where us stand then. At the first, I beg the fisherman set us free ou throw us to the road… let us look for our nourriture and our drink our self. But worse, fisherman decided to pet us (damn it…). They made us as their symbol of their bravery, encourage and … cruelty. The Penguins never enjoyed their lives in the ‘small’ smell cage (no, this isn’t slang, our cage is really nearby toilets) isn’t it? So Sergeant (actually his rank was Major today) decided to make a mission, Operation: Freedom.
“We got a chase, boys. I’ve a mission for all of you!” Sergeant announced it in the pit (Don’t mock! It was HQ for us… our first HQ). No, this pit just had a better smell than the toilet.
“Mission? May God bless me to make it not the flush the human toilet again” Manfredi a dit with his priest accent.
“Stop that grumble Manfredi, we’re soldier not a churchman!” Johnson complained to Manfredi. I knew he doesn’t spend any of his time for the eternal life, instead he doesn’t believe it at all.
“But we’re not Soldier, we’re … Penguins” this time, I supported Manfredi “And the Soldiers term was too violence… why toi don’t call us army?” Well, I didn’t supported that words.
“Boys, I’ve a question for all of you…” Sergeant cut our stupid dialogue “The Penguins doesn’t live in the cage, isn’t it?”
“Uumm, right…” Manfredi said
“Yes, of course. We’re live in Ice!!!” Sergeant a dit with his burnt spirit… he shouted just like a canon, cannon shot… No I’m not kidding; he just squirted all of his saliva to us. Just like a thousand canon rains.
“But, actually we’re not live inside those La Reine des Neiges ices” I complained.
“Yes, he’s right. We live on ice” Manfredi a dit “And actually, it’s not ice. It’s land covered par snows… God create ice come from the water, not soil”
“Sorry, for my English …heheh. toi see …I usually speak in Danish. I got one boy that have same nationality, but another two is not…” Sergeant said
“Well, I right behind toi sir” Johnson said. Okay, I knew he was Danish. His father was Danish and his mother was France, and both of them knew if they were a part of New Denmark… so they’re atheist… they only worshiped to science and technologies.
“Listen boys, Today, 4 June 2002; 04:22 AM. We’ll get out from this accursed cage and tomorrow 5 June 2002, we’ll live in a better place”
“May God bless toi in heaven, sir” Manfredi said.
“Amen… What?? No, we’re not going to dead. We’ll go back to the snowy land!” Sergeant said
“Antarctica?” I yelled when those words traverser, croix in my brain. Long time I didn’t set my feet back to that place. I suddenly began to homesick even my past told me if the people rejected me as one of them.
“Nope…” Okay, that words disappointed me… very disappointed me “We will go to Denmark, the Fatherland” Sergeant said.
“What??” Manfredi shocked “Oh God, why’s so far? What will we do there?”
“Your past and future destination located on Denmark land… on it ice… on it sea” Sergeant a dit hardly, sounds like he was yelling “May God give one chance plus to Fidelis order…” Okay, he a dit it slower than the first words.
“When exactly we take apart sir?” Johnson asked
“Wait a minute…” Sergeant checked his old watch to check the time “04:22…?”
“THAT’S ONE minute LATE. PENGUINS!! LET’S SLIDE!!” Whoopss… sorry, I forgot I wasn’t a leader yet.
“Wait, I mean 04:24!! This watch just a bit rusty… Oohh…” Sergeant slapped his forehead “Everybody always not regards me…” that’s true…
We were slide toward the door. Well, it was easy to get out. Why I not do this sooner…
“Hahaha!! , why so easy? May I get a little bit harder than this…” I yelled
DDAAARRR *Gun shot
“You will not escape so easily…” Damn, we were undiscovered “BIRDIE!!!!”
DDAARRR *Riffle shot again
“Skipper, God hear your wish” Manfredi a dit “Better wish it where God couldn’t hear you!”
“I know where that is… NOWHERE, RUN!!!” I slide as fast as I can (maybe I better shouted “SLIDE!!”), as the manchot, pingouin …. We can’t run as fast as human ou mammals do.
“RUUNN!! Everybody RUUNN!!” Sergeant said. All of us slide par our belly randomly. We were run from this fisherboy and his accursed bullets. I know what kind of the weapon, it’s kind of shotgun (exactly rusty shotgun) the accuracy is the worst from all giant weapon I ever heard. After a lot of shots, the fisherman must have to reload his shotgun. It takes a few seconde ……. Well, I can’t waste this time too. Run was the seconde idea that crossed my mind, it was mainstream idea to run… and I hate mainstream. Remember! We’re soldier… Uumm Army, running never solves it. I needed to think what I will do next, perhaps a trap, mine (well I don’t have… why I think about it) or….. EUREKA, I got something on my head, not an oak. It was an idea, exactly a simple strategy. But at the first, I need a team to perform it too.
“HHEYYY, SENIOR!!” I shouted “HHEEYYY, PRIEST!!! DANISH!!!!”
“HEY CADET, WHAT’RE toi DOING THERE? KEEP SLIDING!” Johnson replied “DON’T STOP!!!”
“No time to act like a baby-boo, we’re an army!!” I a dit “Slide around the fisherboy with your belly, Rotate him! Make him confuse and don’t let him get his concentration! Go go go!!”
“ But…” Johnson still replied
“No butt!! GO!!” Well, shout to the senior was the worst think that the junior do.
“MANFREDI!!!” I called the other guy… the Priest…
“What??” He replied shortly
“Follow Johnson but rotates with another direction” I command him just like I command my team now “Hold your rotation and wait for my mark… I will fell to him like a Tank dropped from the Air”
“TANKS???? I l’amour TANKS!!! Let’s move!” Without any words left, Manfredi nodded his head and do as I said.
The fisherman still chasing our Sergeant, but Sergeant was a professional. He can hide anywhere just like a sniper (in this time without a sniper rifle). The fisherman looked around and he looked shocked when 2 penguins come from behind and rotate him just like Milky Way. He prepared his shotgun but his target was quicker than he imagine before. So like a plan that I Imagine, my vision creates my reality.
“Well, it’s my turn…” I climbed through the pole; I prepared my wings (flipper I mean, but the wings sounds cooler…) and down to his bald head, Ready to slap directly on his neck! Ready to slap directly to his nerve! READY TO VICTORY!!!
“TANK FROM ABOVE!!!” Is shouted as the mark of my team and they suddenly stopped their move.
*SSLAAAPPP
And I slapped him!! Yeeaaa, I slapped human (Just like in regular show), but honestly, I felt icky when I slapped him, He haven’t took a bath for 3 weeks. Then, the fisherman fell to the floor with his rusty shotgun still in his grasp. How toi like it, sweetie HA…HA!!!
“Oooh God thanks, we did it, Johnson!” Manfredi shouted
“We? … Do toi mean “me”?” Johnson replied “Without my handsomeness, the fishermen would keep looking at toi and shot at your head!”
“So why didn’t he shot at your handsome face, Johny?” Manfredi said
And face débats between them started to began. While I just watched my team débats show, I heard foot stepped from behind. Is it the enemy? So I set my combat position and…
“Well done…” What?... Sergeant? ”I saw all what toi did from distance… Integration… Team work… Strategy … Victory…Face Debate, Your rank up will soon be confirmed, boys”
“What? ... Woohoo!!!” Johnson shouted
“All of toi will gain 1 rank up, Master Sergeant for Manfredi and Staff Sergeant for Johnson…” Sergeant said
“What about me…? I build up the strategy” Well, it was not fair I think.
“I see…” Sergeant a dit “So all of penguins in this world will call you… Sgt. Skipper”
“What? That’s 2 ranks up!” Johnson complained
“The Strategy is the key of the main victory in every battle…” Sergeant a dit “By the way, I saw Skipper performed the Airstrike too. One day, toi will not slap from the sky, but toi will shot from the sky. And on that time, toi will not fall from the arbre but toi will fall from our plane… and on that time too, toi will not ordered to kill your opponent…. But to defend your opponent to not being killed par his own rifle, toi will kill him first”
“The Conquest”
The Atlantic sea, West from France
03:11 AM: Cloudy: June 9, 2002
Sgt. Skipper Joseph Fidelis
3 Days in the sea with this assembly bateau isn’t good news for us. Johnson heaved up to many since yesterday night and Manfredi always stay woke and pray all the night. For me, I started to think why we were going to Denmark. Manfredi ever a dit to me that it was involved Conquest, Great War I (WWI Parody), Great War II (WWII Parody) & The Glory of manchot, pingouin race. Sometimes, I went out from my chamber to explore and observe this bateau (Many things that I haven’t meet before). When I started to saw at the sea, I feel a little vertigo but my vertigo repaid well. I saw a giant poisson jump from the sea, few lands in the center of the water ou maybe a hank of smoke on the sky. Then I was realized if I stuck in the fisherboy cage for a long time… quite a long time. seconde par seconde my vertigo becomes greater and it was give me pain as well. I pulled my view from the sea back to this boat, and I saw Sergeant that hadn’t sleep. He checked and modificate his sniper rifle, Johnson a dit that Sergeant was the Polish-Danish sniper during GW1.
“Morning, Sergeant…” I gave my salute on this early morning… even the sun hadn’t rise.
“Good Morning, lad…” Sergeant replied but kept his look stayed in his sniper fusil, carabine “What’s on?”
“Well, I have some question for you…” I a dit while I sat on the chair.
“Sure, Speak” He still kept his look to the Sniper’s scope
“What happens in Denmark that involved with…Conquest, Great War and Glory?” I asked to him and suddenly. He dropped his sniper fusil, carabine back to its backpack.
“… Long time ago…, exactly in 1938, Denmark. We were lived in slavery, genocide and massacre of mammals… especially human. Anything they did on that time was killing a lot of our kind. But actually, they were in war each other, and that’s not good for environment around them. Their large iron vehicle destroying our habitat, their flamethrower melting our ice and burnt our forest, Their Artillery crushed our soil and they dirty propaganda posters made the environment just like a war ground. And after this war end our habitat were conquered again par the otters, renard and some species of minks. They a dit it was just a kind of re colonized of each other. But even they a dit “each other” louder that another words they were said, we were not got equality each other. They got a bigger profit than us, the mammals be the priority one of all. The food, the territories, the rights,… the honor. Well, we were just like a slave of mammals. But in September 1940, a man named Flipper von Alexander isle from Antarctica that fanatic-inspired par knowledge inspired us to arise once more. He ever explored it deeper to the entire of Europe. He went to German and studied about tank and military application, He went to Siberia to learn survival skill, He went to Africa to learnt the relationship each other, He went to China to learn the tradition and culture, He went to Arabia to learn the chemistry and medicine and Even to Turkey to learn fighting skill. Yes, he was science mania on that time. When Flipper back to homeland he found his real world were slavered par another race… His anger was burnt at once”
“Wait…” I a dit “Could toi please speak slower, I can’t listen who’s the man?”
“Flipper von Alexander isle in other name was Flipper”
Wow, it was familiar name to me… I think
“Is he’s the one who have another name like Flipper… Flipper…” I just thinking about my father name, my father have Flipper words too, he was the great leader and he also genius on many subject. Of course, Flipper was foreign name of Penguin. So, if my name is Skipper Joseph Fidelis so the name that crosses my mind first must be…
“Flipper Joseph Fidelis?” I just asked
“Yes, your father right?”Wow, I never thought that answer before”That’s why I teach you, you’re one of his sons”
Never thought that my Father was the important man, even in Military… Wait military?
“Hey… Hey, if my father was fanatic with Knowledge why kind of people like you… an army got influenced?” I asked
“Sshh…” Sergeants ask me to silent “This story isn’t over yet”
“Uh... Huh” I just nodded my head
“So suivant year, exactly in December 1941 Flipper Joseph Fidelis declare war to entire mammals to all of Denmark region. He had shared all of his knowledge, from German to Turkey he teaches all of them to us. So, we just like the most advanced Nations in Denmark land…” He described about that quickly, well honestly I just heard some of his words. But as long as toi speak, toi must have to breathe for a time… Well that’s it, he was already having breath, Okay goes on… “We almost unite whole of Denmark and we continue our conquest to French, Germany and Spain. But sadly, in the middle of Conquest of Moscow, Flipper Lost without a trace. Some people believe he was escape to Rome… ou died”
“Why was my father escape? He’s in the middle of his glory” I asked
“Even his fighting skill was very good but he was the man of humanity. He was loved par Knowledge not par battle. For a strongest man that I ever meet before, sometime he cried after the battle over whether he was victory ou not… One day, our enemy knew this news. ‘The Great Fidelis is Gone’, so the Mammals are united become one powerful form of soldier and they were together pushing back our invasion. jour par day, weeks par weeks, we were falling down in every point. In Spain, French, Portugal, Ireland, Italy but we still hold a fortress in Turkey and Iran. Because those repeating defeat, we were forced to sign a treaty of Rosenborg. The treaty written that the Fidelis order must give up and must send a tribute for plus than 3 month, we also Lost 24 % of whole of our Denmark land… well, the slavery start again…” Those Sergeant’s words made my cœur, coeur feels awkward, I was angry of our miss of glory but I was sad too, cause our defeat par those mammals.
“One day, I heard a news if your father didn’t die. He was in Antartica. So I went to Antartica with few of our team. Few of them died because they were already old. We stayed there until I and toi captured par Fishermen
“Wow… I… I’m impressed…” I a dit but Sergeant cut my words
“Skipper… you’re prepared for this, your father teaches toi what do toi need in future and he teaches toi how to use crossbow …. Mean that he prepared toi for a war. So do me” He a dit “Skipper, this is your destiny. toi can’t change it”
But I just quiet and think again“…”
“Well, tomorrow will be a big event for you…” Sergeant a dit “You need to sleep, lad”
Well, maybe he was right. I need to sleep; perhaps that was what I need on that time. OOAAHHMM…
“Denmark”
Ebsjerk, Denmark
23:11 PM: Cloudy: June 9, 2002
Sgt. Skipper Joseph Fidelis
I can’t sleep last night, the imagination about the war story that Sergeant told to me poisoning my mind. Well, I’m quite sleepy on this night… Okay, I’m very sleepy, sorry for mistake. After all of our trip, I tried to sleep. Aahhh, well I think I was made it, I’m sleep… I know it was weird; I talked when I’m sleep…
“WAKE UP!!!, Snowy ground just ahead from your head” What the h*ll with that words. I have just got to sleep!
“Skipper, wake up…” Johnson walked straight to me but I kicked him from my back as hard as I can. salut it was not my fault, I’m really tired!!! “Skipper looks!”
“I’ve a dit toi I’m tired, I don’t care if toi montrer me heaven or…” I was angry… and sleepy, but when I saw the Land of Denmark. I felt just like my home. I’m flying (but really, I can’t fly even at my home)…
“Hey hey…” Johnson slapped my back “Oh Man, He’s being crazy par those ice”
“No, he’s being crazy cause par your damn face… Haha!!” Manfredi replied loudly.
“It’s hypnotized. I ever heard it” Sergeant replied suddenly, but I still… flying (maybe toi think the same, I’m crazy) “I heard it when I went to Hejaz, when the Invasion to the Holy Land…”
We were going closer to the land. I really felt the sea wind traverser, croix my flippers, I really felt how smooth it was; I just imagine it was my real life. It was a real accueil for me, but not the perfect one because it still not Antarctica.
“We’ve landed, lads!” WHAT..? Oh sorry, I’m shocked. “Now, just leave the bateau here.”
“Leave it? But it’s still fine. I mean this bateau still good to use, it’s not rusty ou crashed anyway.” I said
“Want you?” Hhmm as usual, Sergeant’s words always confuse me.
“Want Me what?”…..
……..
DAMN!! MY BACK!! *CCRAAACCKK* AAAGGHHH
“Your Morning exercise will affect effectively to your belly. You’ll get six packs if toi wish it. Haha” Johnson a dit “Don’t Stop!!!”
“Stop talking; help me bring this ACCURSED BOAT!!!” This bateau going to kill me backside!!
“You wish it yourself, Sergeant Skipper” Manfredi came on my side. Oohh, Hope he was going to help me. “God bless you…” ….Just it? AARRGGHH, GOD NOT BLESSES toi BACK, MANFREDI!!! *CCRRACCKK* OH …, MAY GOD BLESS MY BACK
“Bekendtgørelsen af Fidelis”
Ars Barrack, Denmark
06:20 AM: Cloudy: June 11, 2002
Sgt. Skipper Joseph Fidelis
Yesterday, I stayed for a night to sleep and rest in Sergeant’s ranch at Skive, dream if I was free, lucky and happy and just like an opposite of now. But today was the real day; this is the real destiny for me to be one of Order of Fidelis. All of penguins here were talking with Danish language. Some of them could spoke in English but still with Danish accents. One of the leaders in this barrack was a Lt. Leonov. He was an ex-Russian; he converted to rejoindre the Order for conquest of the world in the grasp of Fidelis, the rumor a dit that he was brainwashed. Leonov trained us just like a doll ou even like an animal (…uumm what? Am I wrong?... okay, I’m wrong). If toi choose the army toi want to take a part, Fidelis is your worst choice. You’re in squad where there is no Humanity for you, the Animality took a role. For the Order of Fidelis toi will not strange with ‘Learn quicker ou Die quicker’ motto.
“AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” Even still 8 days I’m trained here, I’ve saw 4 boys dead in this barrack. 7 days il y a the foreigners and new boys, prisoners of war and boys from another countries learnt the Danish language. It was difficult and they called me Antarcticans since that day… well, because I hadn’t formal language… I just speak in English. The suivant jour we learnt to déplacer faster, we were ordered to run but not slide. Everyone knows if the Penguins weren’t designed to run. At the first, my feet feel heavy stiff and almost broke, but jour par jour I accustomed to run with these feet. My feet grew stronger par the time and I even could jump with these feet. In the Evening, we were ordered fought faster, the main idea was ‘don’t think the method toi used because all of the fight will bring toi to the dead ou bring toi to survive’. And in the midnight, we learnt to firing accurately from distance, we trained in bad weather; the heavy rain made the vision become worse. We learnt how to use SMG (sub machinegun), Rifle, Automatic Rifle, Grenade and Anti tank weapon (We were designed to be a multi skilled soldier)… wow now I realize why my father teach me how to used crossbow. The suivant jour again we learnt how to swim just like a dolphin; the principle of this learning was to déplacer fast and dangerous, stab the enemy from behind and don’t stop ‘til toi get enough. We learnt almost about all close and feu combat, several déplacer of close combat were too heavy for my little feet. But I ready to learn what I must. If there’s any ‘the most elite troops in the world’, that would be us. The Order of Fidelis…
Today were the paratroops training, I will down from the plane (toys plane) without any parachute, without any trampoline …on 30 feet above the sky. We’ve learnt how those chats landed, without parachute, and without any fell down… BUT NOT 30 FEET ABOVE THE SKY, IDIOT LEONOV! We only wore the (almost) soft pads on both of our flippers and feet. And here we go… We were getting closer to our own death.
“That’s it. We are above the landing target, comrade” Lt. Leonov a dit “Wear your soft pad and prepare your fusil, carabine on your back. Try to shot while on the air and anyone who drop ou don’t shoot will not pass this test and they must do this again and again until they can do it… UNDERSTAND!!”
Honestly, I really-really want to coup de poing his ugly face with the end of my crossbow.
“Step up to the door!!” Lt. Leonov yells like sick chiens (I think), and I still must go to the door to pass this test.
“Steady comrade! ...” Okay, those words makes me could hear my own heartbeat”Go! Давай давай, давай” What, what’s that supposed to mean. Aarrghh, whatever. I don’t care!!!
Finally I downed from the damn plane, and the best was … I leave damn Leonov in the damn plane. Without parachute, without… wait, my SOFT PAD.
*while in plane
“привет(hello), is this local cemetery. I want toi to send a coffin. I found a soft pad with Skipper name on it… and don’t forget the grave stone, don’t write Skipper on it. But just write, ‘I’m not wearing my soft pad while in the plane’… Understand?”….
*back to the sky
AAAAAAAA, damn I forgot to use my soft pad. Okay Skipper, keep calm and pick up your Crossbow. The target was appearing behind me and I tried to shoot some of them, bullet par bullet I shot to the mannequin but I didn’t see I hit them … Hhuuhh, maybe I think it was the end of my life. But wait, I spotted a pond. Yeah a pond!! Just déplacer through that pond and finish… I mean I finish this test not my life.
“Come on, come to papa…” Actually, I chute to the pond not the opposite. But cool down, it’s still formal words isn’t it (don’t call me Antarctican, just call me Skipper…)
And then….
*BBLLAASSH* Hahaha, yeah I made it. I survive ….. *SSMMAACCKKK *AARRRGGGHHH damn
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“Uuhhh… uurrrgghh, where am I? ...” I realize if I was not in the pond ou in the grave anymore, I saw the hospital white mur so that also mean if I’m in the hospital room (YOU DON’T SAY???)
“Welcome back!” Lt Leonov said. What, Leonov. What is he doing here… “The pond isn’t deep enough. So you’re not in heaven anymore… instead your beak crushes some rock”
What, my beak!!! AAA, I almost shouting but there was a bandage covered my beak.
“Am I passed the test?” I a dit but slowly, and my beak still hurt
“Don’t think about the test, at least you’re survived” Lt. Leonov said. The situation became silent for some minute until Lieutenant spoke again “You have a same wound as me… but you’re lucky…”
What’s that supposed to mean?
“I was a paratroop in the battle of French and I was in the case of Invasion to Pointe du hoc, I’ve the same story as you. I Lost my soft pad while in the air and I also forgot to use parachute in the sky. I tried to land in the small pond. But it was fail… The pond isn’t deep enough. So I ruin my own face”
I saw, I clearly see your face was ruined par something. Thanks to that pond…
“But I still don’t understand why the Girls Army suivant from this barrack still called me Handsome…” Lt. Leonov… I wanted to say that they were all lie to toi “But your incident not destroying your face… even your beak” Lt. Leonov a dit again
Haha, the rock isn’t match for my handsomeness (LOL). But I’m still don’t understand, why the girls from the suivant barrack never called me Handsome… well that was cause I never there, if I there… they would be in l’amour sick… maybe… maybe no
“Guess what, when toi shooting with your fusil, carabine in the sky. toi hit just 8 mannequins…”
Okay… I know what the suivant word is. *You’ve failed*
“Yes, only 8 but…” Lt. Leonov brings one of mannequin that I’ve shot “but shot through the head and the heart… I like your fatality.”
That’s make me proud a lot, Thanks Lt… wait, is this right I gave a thanks to most hated leaders in this barrack.
“2 Weeks again, you’ll promote to be Staff Sergeant and you’ll go to the new world…”
Is that mean… dead…
“You’ll go to America. You’ll take a part with 450 Master Sergeant in order to invade Manhattan, the world of Sea Animal… Prepare yourself, Comrade… your destiny await you, and it will be harder and harder… and that’s what I called the life of the man… the life of Fidelis”
*As the Fidelis's order and Fidelis it self, Skipper destined to continued his father revenge... and it's race's. But before it happen, Skipper must trained as the toughest Soldier in the world... whether he would stayed alive ou died in vain... So welcome to Ars Barrack, Denmark; where only the strong left and the weak dead, the strong must stand in the battlefield even they know if their death will come sooner ou later... So Learn Quicker ou Die Quicker...
“The Meaning of Freedom”
Rio De Janeiro, Brazil
04:21 AM: Rainy: June 4, 2002
Pvt. Skipper Joseph Fidelis
Many Years had passed but we still breathed the same air as five years ago… and the smells were same too… the smell of un-cleaned toilet (You know what I meant, right?). No one may buy Penguins as Souvenirs ou pet at Brazil. Humans knew we’re illegal, realize we’re one of protected animaux in this earth & those humans may be probably in busy situation (danger, I mean) when the local uniform dude stand in their homes and put them to the place that similar where us stand then. At the first, I beg the fisherman set us free ou throw us to the road… let us look for our nourriture and our drink our self. But worse, fisherman decided to pet us (damn it…). They made us as their symbol of their bravery, encourage and … cruelty. The Penguins never enjoyed their lives in the ‘small’ smell cage (no, this isn’t slang, our cage is really nearby toilets) isn’t it? So Sergeant (actually his rank was Major today) decided to make a mission, Operation: Freedom.
“We got a chase, boys. I’ve a mission for all of you!” Sergeant announced it in the pit (Don’t mock! It was HQ for us… our first HQ). No, this pit just had a better smell than the toilet.
“Mission? May God bless me to make it not the flush the human toilet again” Manfredi a dit with his priest accent.
“Stop that grumble Manfredi, we’re soldier not a churchman!” Johnson complained to Manfredi. I knew he doesn’t spend any of his time for the eternal life, instead he doesn’t believe it at all.
“But we’re not Soldier, we’re … Penguins” this time, I supported Manfredi “And the Soldiers term was too violence… why toi don’t call us army?” Well, I didn’t supported that words.
“Boys, I’ve a question for all of you…” Sergeant cut our stupid dialogue “The Penguins doesn’t live in the cage, isn’t it?”
“Uumm, right…” Manfredi said
“Yes, of course. We’re live in Ice!!!” Sergeant a dit with his burnt spirit… he shouted just like a canon, cannon shot… No I’m not kidding; he just squirted all of his saliva to us. Just like a thousand canon rains.
“But, actually we’re not live inside those La Reine des Neiges ices” I complained.
“Yes, he’s right. We live on ice” Manfredi a dit “And actually, it’s not ice. It’s land covered par snows… God create ice come from the water, not soil”
“Sorry, for my English …heheh. toi see …I usually speak in Danish. I got one boy that have same nationality, but another two is not…” Sergeant said
“Well, I right behind toi sir” Johnson said. Okay, I knew he was Danish. His father was Danish and his mother was France, and both of them knew if they were a part of New Denmark… so they’re atheist… they only worshiped to science and technologies.
“Listen boys, Today, 4 June 2002; 04:22 AM. We’ll get out from this accursed cage and tomorrow 5 June 2002, we’ll live in a better place”
“May God bless toi in heaven, sir” Manfredi said.
“Amen… What?? No, we’re not going to dead. We’ll go back to the snowy land!” Sergeant said
“Antarctica?” I yelled when those words traverser, croix in my brain. Long time I didn’t set my feet back to that place. I suddenly began to homesick even my past told me if the people rejected me as one of them.
“Nope…” Okay, that words disappointed me… very disappointed me “We will go to Denmark, the Fatherland” Sergeant said.
“What??” Manfredi shocked “Oh God, why’s so far? What will we do there?”
“Your past and future destination located on Denmark land… on it ice… on it sea” Sergeant a dit hardly, sounds like he was yelling “May God give one chance plus to Fidelis order…” Okay, he a dit it slower than the first words.
“When exactly we take apart sir?” Johnson asked
“Wait a minute…” Sergeant checked his old watch to check the time “04:22…?”
“THAT’S ONE minute LATE. PENGUINS!! LET’S SLIDE!!” Whoopss… sorry, I forgot I wasn’t a leader yet.
“Wait, I mean 04:24!! This watch just a bit rusty… Oohh…” Sergeant slapped his forehead “Everybody always not regards me…” that’s true…
We were slide toward the door. Well, it was easy to get out. Why I not do this sooner…
“Hahaha!! , why so easy? May I get a little bit harder than this…” I yelled
DDAAARRR *Gun shot
“You will not escape so easily…” Damn, we were undiscovered “BIRDIE!!!!”
DDAARRR *Riffle shot again
“Skipper, God hear your wish” Manfredi a dit “Better wish it where God couldn’t hear you!”
“I know where that is… NOWHERE, RUN!!!” I slide as fast as I can (maybe I better shouted “SLIDE!!”), as the manchot, pingouin …. We can’t run as fast as human ou mammals do.
“RUUNN!! Everybody RUUNN!!” Sergeant said. All of us slide par our belly randomly. We were run from this fisherboy and his accursed bullets. I know what kind of the weapon, it’s kind of shotgun (exactly rusty shotgun) the accuracy is the worst from all giant weapon I ever heard. After a lot of shots, the fisherman must have to reload his shotgun. It takes a few seconde ……. Well, I can’t waste this time too. Run was the seconde idea that crossed my mind, it was mainstream idea to run… and I hate mainstream. Remember! We’re soldier… Uumm Army, running never solves it. I needed to think what I will do next, perhaps a trap, mine (well I don’t have… why I think about it) or….. EUREKA, I got something on my head, not an oak. It was an idea, exactly a simple strategy. But at the first, I need a team to perform it too.
“HHEYYY, SENIOR!!” I shouted “HHEEYYY, PRIEST!!! DANISH!!!!”
“HEY CADET, WHAT’RE toi DOING THERE? KEEP SLIDING!” Johnson replied “DON’T STOP!!!”
“No time to act like a baby-boo, we’re an army!!” I a dit “Slide around the fisherboy with your belly, Rotate him! Make him confuse and don’t let him get his concentration! Go go go!!”
“ But…” Johnson still replied
“No butt!! GO!!” Well, shout to the senior was the worst think that the junior do.
“MANFREDI!!!” I called the other guy… the Priest…
“What??” He replied shortly
“Follow Johnson but rotates with another direction” I command him just like I command my team now “Hold your rotation and wait for my mark… I will fell to him like a Tank dropped from the Air”
“TANKS???? I l’amour TANKS!!! Let’s move!” Without any words left, Manfredi nodded his head and do as I said.
The fisherman still chasing our Sergeant, but Sergeant was a professional. He can hide anywhere just like a sniper (in this time without a sniper rifle). The fisherman looked around and he looked shocked when 2 penguins come from behind and rotate him just like Milky Way. He prepared his shotgun but his target was quicker than he imagine before. So like a plan that I Imagine, my vision creates my reality.
“Well, it’s my turn…” I climbed through the pole; I prepared my wings (flipper I mean, but the wings sounds cooler…) and down to his bald head, Ready to slap directly on his neck! Ready to slap directly to his nerve! READY TO VICTORY!!!
“TANK FROM ABOVE!!!” Is shouted as the mark of my team and they suddenly stopped their move.
*SSLAAAPPP
And I slapped him!! Yeeaaa, I slapped human (Just like in regular show), but honestly, I felt icky when I slapped him, He haven’t took a bath for 3 weeks. Then, the fisherman fell to the floor with his rusty shotgun still in his grasp. How toi like it, sweetie HA…HA!!!
“Oooh God thanks, we did it, Johnson!” Manfredi shouted
“We? … Do toi mean “me”?” Johnson replied “Without my handsomeness, the fishermen would keep looking at toi and shot at your head!”
“So why didn’t he shot at your handsome face, Johny?” Manfredi said
And face débats between them started to began. While I just watched my team débats show, I heard foot stepped from behind. Is it the enemy? So I set my combat position and…
“Well done…” What?... Sergeant? ”I saw all what toi did from distance… Integration… Team work… Strategy … Victory…Face Debate, Your rank up will soon be confirmed, boys”
“What? ... Woohoo!!!” Johnson shouted
“All of toi will gain 1 rank up, Master Sergeant for Manfredi and Staff Sergeant for Johnson…” Sergeant said
“What about me…? I build up the strategy” Well, it was not fair I think.
“I see…” Sergeant a dit “So all of penguins in this world will call you… Sgt. Skipper”
“What? That’s 2 ranks up!” Johnson complained
“The Strategy is the key of the main victory in every battle…” Sergeant a dit “By the way, I saw Skipper performed the Airstrike too. One day, toi will not slap from the sky, but toi will shot from the sky. And on that time, toi will not fall from the arbre but toi will fall from our plane… and on that time too, toi will not ordered to kill your opponent…. But to defend your opponent to not being killed par his own rifle, toi will kill him first”
“The Conquest”
The Atlantic sea, West from France
03:11 AM: Cloudy: June 9, 2002
Sgt. Skipper Joseph Fidelis
3 Days in the sea with this assembly bateau isn’t good news for us. Johnson heaved up to many since yesterday night and Manfredi always stay woke and pray all the night. For me, I started to think why we were going to Denmark. Manfredi ever a dit to me that it was involved Conquest, Great War I (WWI Parody), Great War II (WWII Parody) & The Glory of manchot, pingouin race. Sometimes, I went out from my chamber to explore and observe this bateau (Many things that I haven’t meet before). When I started to saw at the sea, I feel a little vertigo but my vertigo repaid well. I saw a giant poisson jump from the sea, few lands in the center of the water ou maybe a hank of smoke on the sky. Then I was realized if I stuck in the fisherboy cage for a long time… quite a long time. seconde par seconde my vertigo becomes greater and it was give me pain as well. I pulled my view from the sea back to this boat, and I saw Sergeant that hadn’t sleep. He checked and modificate his sniper rifle, Johnson a dit that Sergeant was the Polish-Danish sniper during GW1.
“Morning, Sergeant…” I gave my salute on this early morning… even the sun hadn’t rise.
“Good Morning, lad…” Sergeant replied but kept his look stayed in his sniper fusil, carabine “What’s on?”
“Well, I have some question for you…” I a dit while I sat on the chair.
“Sure, Speak” He still kept his look to the Sniper’s scope
“What happens in Denmark that involved with…Conquest, Great War and Glory?” I asked to him and suddenly. He dropped his sniper fusil, carabine back to its backpack.
“… Long time ago…, exactly in 1938, Denmark. We were lived in slavery, genocide and massacre of mammals… especially human. Anything they did on that time was killing a lot of our kind. But actually, they were in war each other, and that’s not good for environment around them. Their large iron vehicle destroying our habitat, their flamethrower melting our ice and burnt our forest, Their Artillery crushed our soil and they dirty propaganda posters made the environment just like a war ground. And after this war end our habitat were conquered again par the otters, renard and some species of minks. They a dit it was just a kind of re colonized of each other. But even they a dit “each other” louder that another words they were said, we were not got equality each other. They got a bigger profit than us, the mammals be the priority one of all. The food, the territories, the rights,… the honor. Well, we were just like a slave of mammals. But in September 1940, a man named Flipper von Alexander isle from Antarctica that fanatic-inspired par knowledge inspired us to arise once more. He ever explored it deeper to the entire of Europe. He went to German and studied about tank and military application, He went to Siberia to learn survival skill, He went to Africa to learnt the relationship each other, He went to China to learn the tradition and culture, He went to Arabia to learn the chemistry and medicine and Even to Turkey to learn fighting skill. Yes, he was science mania on that time. When Flipper back to homeland he found his real world were slavered par another race… His anger was burnt at once”
“Wait…” I a dit “Could toi please speak slower, I can’t listen who’s the man?”
“Flipper von Alexander isle in other name was Flipper”
Wow, it was familiar name to me… I think
“Is he’s the one who have another name like Flipper… Flipper…” I just thinking about my father name, my father have Flipper words too, he was the great leader and he also genius on many subject. Of course, Flipper was foreign name of Penguin. So, if my name is Skipper Joseph Fidelis so the name that crosses my mind first must be…
“Flipper Joseph Fidelis?” I just asked
“Yes, your father right?”Wow, I never thought that answer before”That’s why I teach you, you’re one of his sons”
Never thought that my Father was the important man, even in Military… Wait military?
“Hey… Hey, if my father was fanatic with Knowledge why kind of people like you… an army got influenced?” I asked
“Sshh…” Sergeants ask me to silent “This story isn’t over yet”
“Uh... Huh” I just nodded my head
“So suivant year, exactly in December 1941 Flipper Joseph Fidelis declare war to entire mammals to all of Denmark region. He had shared all of his knowledge, from German to Turkey he teaches all of them to us. So, we just like the most advanced Nations in Denmark land…” He described about that quickly, well honestly I just heard some of his words. But as long as toi speak, toi must have to breathe for a time… Well that’s it, he was already having breath, Okay goes on… “We almost unite whole of Denmark and we continue our conquest to French, Germany and Spain. But sadly, in the middle of Conquest of Moscow, Flipper Lost without a trace. Some people believe he was escape to Rome… ou died”
“Why was my father escape? He’s in the middle of his glory” I asked
“Even his fighting skill was very good but he was the man of humanity. He was loved par Knowledge not par battle. For a strongest man that I ever meet before, sometime he cried after the battle over whether he was victory ou not… One day, our enemy knew this news. ‘The Great Fidelis is Gone’, so the Mammals are united become one powerful form of soldier and they were together pushing back our invasion. jour par day, weeks par weeks, we were falling down in every point. In Spain, French, Portugal, Ireland, Italy but we still hold a fortress in Turkey and Iran. Because those repeating defeat, we were forced to sign a treaty of Rosenborg. The treaty written that the Fidelis order must give up and must send a tribute for plus than 3 month, we also Lost 24 % of whole of our Denmark land… well, the slavery start again…” Those Sergeant’s words made my cœur, coeur feels awkward, I was angry of our miss of glory but I was sad too, cause our defeat par those mammals.
“One day, I heard a news if your father didn’t die. He was in Antartica. So I went to Antartica with few of our team. Few of them died because they were already old. We stayed there until I and toi captured par Fishermen
“Wow… I… I’m impressed…” I a dit but Sergeant cut my words
“Skipper… you’re prepared for this, your father teaches toi what do toi need in future and he teaches toi how to use crossbow …. Mean that he prepared toi for a war. So do me” He a dit “Skipper, this is your destiny. toi can’t change it”
But I just quiet and think again“…”
“Well, tomorrow will be a big event for you…” Sergeant a dit “You need to sleep, lad”
Well, maybe he was right. I need to sleep; perhaps that was what I need on that time. OOAAHHMM…
“Denmark”
Ebsjerk, Denmark
23:11 PM: Cloudy: June 9, 2002
Sgt. Skipper Joseph Fidelis
I can’t sleep last night, the imagination about the war story that Sergeant told to me poisoning my mind. Well, I’m quite sleepy on this night… Okay, I’m very sleepy, sorry for mistake. After all of our trip, I tried to sleep. Aahhh, well I think I was made it, I’m sleep… I know it was weird; I talked when I’m sleep…
“WAKE UP!!!, Snowy ground just ahead from your head” What the h*ll with that words. I have just got to sleep!
“Skipper, wake up…” Johnson walked straight to me but I kicked him from my back as hard as I can. salut it was not my fault, I’m really tired!!! “Skipper looks!”
“I’ve a dit toi I’m tired, I don’t care if toi montrer me heaven or…” I was angry… and sleepy, but when I saw the Land of Denmark. I felt just like my home. I’m flying (but really, I can’t fly even at my home)…
“Hey hey…” Johnson slapped my back “Oh Man, He’s being crazy par those ice”
“No, he’s being crazy cause par your damn face… Haha!!” Manfredi replied loudly.
“It’s hypnotized. I ever heard it” Sergeant replied suddenly, but I still… flying (maybe toi think the same, I’m crazy) “I heard it when I went to Hejaz, when the Invasion to the Holy Land…”
We were going closer to the land. I really felt the sea wind traverser, croix my flippers, I really felt how smooth it was; I just imagine it was my real life. It was a real accueil for me, but not the perfect one because it still not Antarctica.
“We’ve landed, lads!” WHAT..? Oh sorry, I’m shocked. “Now, just leave the bateau here.”
“Leave it? But it’s still fine. I mean this bateau still good to use, it’s not rusty ou crashed anyway.” I said
“Want you?” Hhmm as usual, Sergeant’s words always confuse me.
“Want Me what?”…..
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DAMN!! MY BACK!! *CCRAAACCKK* AAAGGHHH
“Your Morning exercise will affect effectively to your belly. You’ll get six packs if toi wish it. Haha” Johnson a dit “Don’t Stop!!!”
“Stop talking; help me bring this ACCURSED BOAT!!!” This bateau going to kill me backside!!
“You wish it yourself, Sergeant Skipper” Manfredi came on my side. Oohh, Hope he was going to help me. “God bless you…” ….Just it? AARRGGHH, GOD NOT BLESSES toi BACK, MANFREDI!!! *CCRRACCKK* OH …, MAY GOD BLESS MY BACK
“Bekendtgørelsen af Fidelis”
Ars Barrack, Denmark
06:20 AM: Cloudy: June 11, 2002
Sgt. Skipper Joseph Fidelis
Yesterday, I stayed for a night to sleep and rest in Sergeant’s ranch at Skive, dream if I was free, lucky and happy and just like an opposite of now. But today was the real day; this is the real destiny for me to be one of Order of Fidelis. All of penguins here were talking with Danish language. Some of them could spoke in English but still with Danish accents. One of the leaders in this barrack was a Lt. Leonov. He was an ex-Russian; he converted to rejoindre the Order for conquest of the world in the grasp of Fidelis, the rumor a dit that he was brainwashed. Leonov trained us just like a doll ou even like an animal (…uumm what? Am I wrong?... okay, I’m wrong). If toi choose the army toi want to take a part, Fidelis is your worst choice. You’re in squad where there is no Humanity for you, the Animality took a role. For the Order of Fidelis toi will not strange with ‘Learn quicker ou Die quicker’ motto.
“AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” Even still 8 days I’m trained here, I’ve saw 4 boys dead in this barrack. 7 days il y a the foreigners and new boys, prisoners of war and boys from another countries learnt the Danish language. It was difficult and they called me Antarcticans since that day… well, because I hadn’t formal language… I just speak in English. The suivant jour we learnt to déplacer faster, we were ordered to run but not slide. Everyone knows if the Penguins weren’t designed to run. At the first, my feet feel heavy stiff and almost broke, but jour par jour I accustomed to run with these feet. My feet grew stronger par the time and I even could jump with these feet. In the Evening, we were ordered fought faster, the main idea was ‘don’t think the method toi used because all of the fight will bring toi to the dead ou bring toi to survive’. And in the midnight, we learnt to firing accurately from distance, we trained in bad weather; the heavy rain made the vision become worse. We learnt how to use SMG (sub machinegun), Rifle, Automatic Rifle, Grenade and Anti tank weapon (We were designed to be a multi skilled soldier)… wow now I realize why my father teach me how to used crossbow. The suivant jour again we learnt how to swim just like a dolphin; the principle of this learning was to déplacer fast and dangerous, stab the enemy from behind and don’t stop ‘til toi get enough. We learnt almost about all close and feu combat, several déplacer of close combat were too heavy for my little feet. But I ready to learn what I must. If there’s any ‘the most elite troops in the world’, that would be us. The Order of Fidelis…
Today were the paratroops training, I will down from the plane (toys plane) without any parachute, without any trampoline …on 30 feet above the sky. We’ve learnt how those chats landed, without parachute, and without any fell down… BUT NOT 30 FEET ABOVE THE SKY, IDIOT LEONOV! We only wore the (almost) soft pads on both of our flippers and feet. And here we go… We were getting closer to our own death.
“That’s it. We are above the landing target, comrade” Lt. Leonov a dit “Wear your soft pad and prepare your fusil, carabine on your back. Try to shot while on the air and anyone who drop ou don’t shoot will not pass this test and they must do this again and again until they can do it… UNDERSTAND!!”
Honestly, I really-really want to coup de poing his ugly face with the end of my crossbow.
“Step up to the door!!” Lt. Leonov yells like sick chiens (I think), and I still must go to the door to pass this test.
“Steady comrade! ...” Okay, those words makes me could hear my own heartbeat”Go! Давай давай, давай” What, what’s that supposed to mean. Aarrghh, whatever. I don’t care!!!
Finally I downed from the damn plane, and the best was … I leave damn Leonov in the damn plane. Without parachute, without… wait, my SOFT PAD.
*while in plane
“привет(hello), is this local cemetery. I want toi to send a coffin. I found a soft pad with Skipper name on it… and don’t forget the grave stone, don’t write Skipper on it. But just write, ‘I’m not wearing my soft pad while in the plane’… Understand?”….
*back to the sky
AAAAAAAA, damn I forgot to use my soft pad. Okay Skipper, keep calm and pick up your Crossbow. The target was appearing behind me and I tried to shoot some of them, bullet par bullet I shot to the mannequin but I didn’t see I hit them … Hhuuhh, maybe I think it was the end of my life. But wait, I spotted a pond. Yeah a pond!! Just déplacer through that pond and finish… I mean I finish this test not my life.
“Come on, come to papa…” Actually, I chute to the pond not the opposite. But cool down, it’s still formal words isn’t it (don’t call me Antarctican, just call me Skipper…)
And then….
*BBLLAASSH* Hahaha, yeah I made it. I survive ….. *SSMMAACCKKK *AARRRGGGHHH damn
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“Uuhhh… uurrrgghh, where am I? ...” I realize if I was not in the pond ou in the grave anymore, I saw the hospital white mur so that also mean if I’m in the hospital room (YOU DON’T SAY???)
“Welcome back!” Lt Leonov said. What, Leonov. What is he doing here… “The pond isn’t deep enough. So you’re not in heaven anymore… instead your beak crushes some rock”
What, my beak!!! AAA, I almost shouting but there was a bandage covered my beak.
“Am I passed the test?” I a dit but slowly, and my beak still hurt
“Don’t think about the test, at least you’re survived” Lt. Leonov said. The situation became silent for some minute until Lieutenant spoke again “You have a same wound as me… but you’re lucky…”
What’s that supposed to mean?
“I was a paratroop in the battle of French and I was in the case of Invasion to Pointe du hoc, I’ve the same story as you. I Lost my soft pad while in the air and I also forgot to use parachute in the sky. I tried to land in the small pond. But it was fail… The pond isn’t deep enough. So I ruin my own face”
I saw, I clearly see your face was ruined par something. Thanks to that pond…
“But I still don’t understand why the Girls Army suivant from this barrack still called me Handsome…” Lt. Leonov… I wanted to say that they were all lie to toi “But your incident not destroying your face… even your beak” Lt. Leonov a dit again
Haha, the rock isn’t match for my handsomeness (LOL). But I’m still don’t understand, why the girls from the suivant barrack never called me Handsome… well that was cause I never there, if I there… they would be in l’amour sick… maybe… maybe no
“Guess what, when toi shooting with your fusil, carabine in the sky. toi hit just 8 mannequins…”
Okay… I know what the suivant word is. *You’ve failed*
“Yes, only 8 but…” Lt. Leonov brings one of mannequin that I’ve shot “but shot through the head and the heart… I like your fatality.”
That’s make me proud a lot, Thanks Lt… wait, is this right I gave a thanks to most hated leaders in this barrack.
“2 Weeks again, you’ll promote to be Staff Sergeant and you’ll go to the new world…”
Is that mean… dead…
“You’ll go to America. You’ll take a part with 450 Master Sergeant in order to invade Manhattan, the world of Sea Animal… Prepare yourself, Comrade… your destiny await you, and it will be harder and harder… and that’s what I called the life of the man… the life of Fidelis”