Penguins of Anarchy

Prologue

The young penguin soldier gripped his bleeding chest as he tried to process all that was happening.

The helicopter spun around wildly as flames burst all around and the blades began to whir much slower.  He sat in one of the gunner seats, clinging to the minigun in front of him for dear life as he failed to reach the emergency jetpacks slipping out of the helicopter.

"We gotta get out of here, now!" the gunner on the opposite side of the heli cried as the wall of the plateau rushed up to meet him.  The first penguin watched helplessly as the helicopter crashed into the cliff and crushed his comrade.

The helicopter slowly slid to the ground, scraping across the cliff face as it fell.  It hit the ground with a jolt that nearly flung the penguin out of his seat.

Listening to the distant sound of gunfire and explosions, the penguin slipped in and out of consciousness.  As darkness finally overtook him, he could nearly imagine his uncle saying, Congratulations, dear nephew; you've started a war.

To understand why this has happened, you have to start at the beginning.

It was a beautiful day on Waddle Island, a snowy island in Antarctica.  A penguin with yellow-green skin and spiky black hair trotted through the snow gleefully.  He waved enthusiastically at a penguin he passed by who had greeted him with a "Good to see you, Dreemo!"

Another penguin and his posse mocked him with a "Look, it's Dreemo the Dreamer!" and then erupted in laughter.  The yellow-green penguin ignored them.

The penguin arrived at his destination: a fast food restaurant in which his friends sat at a table, waiting for him.  The sweet smell of grease and burning fats permeated the air.

This was one of his favorite restaurants on the island, and he felt most at home there because everyone knew his name.

"Good to see ya this afternoon, hon!" the waitress said to him as she placed a stack of empty food trays on a counter in the kitchen, visible from the eating area.

"You too, Dranya!" Dreemo replied.

"The usual?"

"You know it!"

As Dreemo awaited his usual order of a double-fishburger with steak fries and a soda, he sat down at the table where his two friends had been waiting for him.

"Where've you been, Dreemo?" one of the friends asked with his mouth full as he munched hungrily on a fish sandwich.  He was a black penguin with spiky yellow hair.

"I was enjoying the scenery for a change," Dreemo replied.  This was his and his friends' favorite place to eat at during their lunch break.

"We've only got a few minutes left before our break is over," the other friend said as she finished her own sandwich.  She was a purple penguin with long reddish-brown hair.  "We don't get a whole hour's break like you do."

"Chill out, Felly; it's not like this is a precious moment or anything.  On Monday I'll come here as fast as I can," Dreemo promised.

"And we'll be able to hang out tonight at the party," the penguin with yellow hair added.

"Excellent point, Sam," Dreemo said.  Sammik, called Sam by his friends, was Dreemo's best friend in the world, and they had known each other since they were kids.

"You'd better not be late for that at least, Dreemo," the girl warned.  Her name was Fellow10, called Felly as a pet name by Sam and Dreemo.  The three of them always hung out together.

Sammik's wristwatch chimed.  "And that's our signal; time to go, Felly," Sam announced.  He and Felly rose from the table.  "See you tonight, Dreamer."

"Dreamer" was the nickname Dreemo had earned, because he was always expressing his longing to leave Waddle Island and go on an adventure.  Dreemo and his friends were twenty-five--established adults--and they would have already left the island if it weren't for Dreemo's uncle.

Dreemo's uncle.  The cornerstone of the story.

The old penguin sat in the rocking chair, staring fixedly at the fire in the fireplace, contemplating the question that had been troubling him for twenty-five long years:

Who was he?

That question was constantly bothering him, constantly throbbing in the back of his mind.  The old penguin, with shaggy snowy white hair, black skin, and a muscular build, could never truly be at ease when he asked himself that question.

The earliest thing he remembered was when he was thirty-seven, with a baby penguin swaddled in cloth lying right next to him, with a note that said,

This is Dreemo.  He's your nephew.  TAKE CARE OF HIM.

And then he had taken the baby and made a living on Waddle Island, the only place he could ever remember being.  And for the last twenty-five years, he and his nephew had lived here, on Waddle Island, the old penguin taking on the name Falcono, since he had no idea what his real name was.

And now here the elderly sixty-two-year-old penguin was, sitting by the fire, listening to the distant sound of fireworks and music coming from the party that had just begun on the beach.

And all he longed for was to find out who he truly was.

He would find out soon.

He had a steely gaze in his eyes as he walked down the hall; it was at last time to begin his ultimate plan.  He had waited twenty-five long years and had gathered his strength continually until he had the power and might that he had now.

The penguin pushed opened the double doors and stepped into the sunlight, on a stage, while tens of thousands of penguins stood below him, crying out and cheering as he appeared before them.

The penguin closed his eyes and smiled as he absorbed all of the praise his people gave him.  He then looked at his countless followers and cried, "My friends and brothers!  Today, we begin our conquest!"

His loyal followers shouted in excitement, ready to do their supreme leader's bidding.

"Billions have joined our alliance, for the cause!" the penguin cried.

"For the Martial Alliance!" his followers screeched.

"Today, we will begin our conquest of our beautiful world!" the penguin announced.  "It'll begin with the colonies of Antarctica, because I have a score to settle with them that has been put off for far too long."

The followers shouted their approval and readiness.

"To the vehicles!" the penguin cried.  Thousands of military aircraft awaited their operators, who rushed to them as the leader of the army boarded his own gray jumbo jet armed with nuclear missiles.

As the helicopters, warships, and jets lifted into the air, the leader of the Martial Alliance knew that today would be a glorious day.

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Hey guys!  Kyle here.  Hope you enjoyed the prologue.  It's weird to look back at this first chapter now that Penguins of Anarchy has become a four-book series (though I haven't posted all of the books on Wattpad yet).  Let me know what you thought of it and please continue reading; the action really picks up and the story gets deeper and deeper as the series goes along.  Votes and comments are extremely appreciated, and welcome to the world of Penguins of Anarchy!