All About Your Heart (A Planet 51 fanfic)

Chapter #1

CHAPTER #1

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"SUSPENDED?!" The word came out like a roar as it echoed throughout nearly the entire base.

"Yes, General Grawl, you are suspended. Not discharged, suspended," the old four-star general, General Alvor, calmly said, rubbing his ears. "Suspended for causing nine-hundred thousand dollars worth of damage to base nine." By this point he was too tired to raise his voice more.

"I understand sir, but-"

"No buts," Alvor forced himself to stand up from his seat as he placed his hands on the table. "As a general, especially a three-star one, you should've known how much the damage would be, and that's not just the base."

Grawl gulped as he listened. "Yes, I know that that button wasn't pushed on purpose, but while planning, did you even consider how many lives would be at stake? With all those soldiers and military personnel, did you consider how their families would think about their deaths, hegg, what they themselves would've thought? Not to mention your behavior while doing so was uncalled for. Did you really had to pull a teenager's hair in front of all those people?" Alvor coughed bitterly as he finally sat down.

"Grawl, you're lucky that they were able to get out as soon they could, otherwise, we would've done something worse to you other than suspension," he sighed as he looked at him straight in the eyes. "Young man, I'm not going to be here for long. I'm about to be in my seventies."

"Sir, are you saying-"

"Yes, boy general, I'm retiring," Boy general, he hadn't heard that in a while. At this point, Grawl sat down and he felt himself sink into shock. To be honest, he wasn't aware that that's how old the four-star general was. "Now don't act surprised now. Haven't you seen my grandchildren visiting?" He had, but he didn't really assumed they were the general's.

Finally, Grawl managed to muster up something to say. "Sir, if I'm going to be suspended, how long will it be?"

"Until you manage to finish this one assignment." he handed him a a medium sized light beige file as Grawl opened it. His eyes widened at what he saw.

"The WAAC? The Women's Corps?"

"Yes, and you will be working with this young lady." He stood up and flipped through the pages until he pointed at a picture of a woman with light yellow hair tied into a high but neat bun along with slightly curled strands on each side framing her round face. She also had a loosed strand of a more distinct curl on her forehead that almost reached down to her right eye. But the most distinctive feature about her was that she wore big round glasses and a very red shade of lipstick.

Grawl looked closer at her profile and said, "She's in her late twenties by now."

"And still a bachelorette." Alvor said it almost excitingly.

"Wait, sir, what's this "assignment" about exactly? And why does it involve working with-" he looked more closely at her profile for a brief moment, "Ms. Ynna Volrog?"

"Well," he trailed off, almost as if trying to the right words to explain to Grawl, "you will be monitoring the working conditions of the military personnel of the WAAC and..."

Grawl started growing inpatient. "And?"

"Well, there's a bit of a twist that involves doing this assignment. If you were to monitor them as you are, they would act like how it's expected of them. So, to see if they really do act like what's expected of them, you must be in a, in a...."

"In a what sir?"

"How can I put this? In a, in a different angle to say the least," he cleared his throat and forced himself to say this, "By a different angle I mean by blending in."

"Blending in?"

"All right, let me explain this to you in full detail."

*Five minutes after explaining in full detail as calmly as possible*

"General Grawl? Do you need some water?" He only nodded his head slightly as the old general poured some cold water into a glass. Worrying while doing so since Grawl's face was that of someone stuck in between utter shock and the brink of death. He even wondered if he should call in a medic.

As he slid the glass over to Grawl's side of the table, he sighed. "I know this is a bit of a shocker for you, even for me, but you have to understand. It's either doing this or actually getting discharged." Grawl's bottom eyelid twitched more so than before as he stared at the table blankly.

"So to summarize this," Grawl took in a slightly deep breath and gulped the whole glass down his throat before continuing, "I'll have to dress up like a woman and work for the WAAC in a different identity in secret for a few months." He let out a breath as if he had just come up for air after a while.

"Yes, while working with Ms. Volrog as well."

"But why with her?" Grawl couldn't really thought of anything to say in that moment so he said the first thing that came.

"Well, according to Mrs. Brigget, the drill sergeant in her base, she's rather "unpopular" among her peers," He said rather sympathetically that Grawl even noticed it. "Which means that you could keep a low profile while being there with her."

"And does Mrs. Brigget and Ms. Volrog know that I would be in "disguise?"" He felt his insides churn at the thought of him disguised as a woman.

"No, they don't know." If Grawl didn't keep himself together he would've fainted from the huge headache he was getting from this.

Feeling the tension from him, Alvor said, "Well, this assignment will start next week. We'll have things prepared for you by then. You're dismissed."

As Grawl was about to open the door to leave, Alvor called out for him. "Remember, it's either doing this, or finding employment elsewhere." He only nodded as he went out and shut the door.

'Disguised as a woman,' Grawl thought, 'this is more torture than my years of being in a military high school.'