Do-Over

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Two years later, he was in the army as he had been promised. Currently a Specialist, he was working his way into Central Command, the place where every prodigy ended up.

"Rise and shine, buttercup. We got a long day of work."
Groaning and stretching out each froggy muscle, Kururu sat up. He was no longer a blue tadpole, not after his commander's incident with a certain favorite food of his. No, he was stained yellow to the core, and it had begun to show in his personality.

A rudely-placed and stubby green finger prodded Kururu, jolting him awake again.

"Heeey... Wake up! Training is starting soon, you're gonna miss it! What with all these late nights and all. Did you sleep more than a few minutes? You kept typing and-" The chatter was incessant. Kururu turns away and smiles to himself, wondering at how strange people were.

Training that day was simple, they had been learning how to dodge bullets and other long-range weapons that week. Kururu however, sat motionless in the middle of the field, toying with a piece of wire and a joystick.

"Hey brain slime! Get out on the field! That's an order!" An angry commander stomped toward him from the sidelines, prepared to rip the items from his hands. What she was not prepared for was something completely different. Kururu twitched a single greasy finger and the ground rumbled, the yellow crust of the planet ripping open as a mech the size of twenty Kerons exploded outward and whirled overhead, an impressively large magnetic field underneath it sucking every single ammunition and weapon upwards, and away from the field. Each and every soldier cheered as they dashed from the field, understanding that they had been freed.

The commander stood, dumbstruck, as the mech extended a limb toward Kururu. When the hand of the metal limb reached the ground, he walked into the palm and twitched the stick again, ever so slightly. That single movement dropped every weapon and other item that had just been attached to the magnet, causing a cascade of metal to rain down from the heavens.

Kururu popped the side of his head, extending the part of his headphones that contained a microphone. He adjusted it ever so slowly, and finally leaned in.

"This session is over. I have other things to do."