Oh and here's some fic

[aloneindarknes7]

 So I totally saw someone else pick out words from a random word generator and then write some length of a drabble for the word and yet have all of them connected. I wanted to try that too and it surprisingly works well. So I created a little AU for the Penguins of Madagascar, because, duh, it's me and a new fandom. I'll post these in blocks of ten, I've decided. Surprisingly, they don't get actually slashy until the 17th one or so, which means no slash unless you look for it in this batch!

Also, the first drabble I had written before I decided what I was doing with this universe so there's not actually a word prompt for it.

Title: Penguin Adventures 1-10
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: Eventual Rico/Kowalski and Skipper/Private
Fandom: Penguins of Madagascar
Rating: Pg-13 for this batch
Word Count: 2,339
Warning: Homosexual relationships, human!verse, and AU
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: I want to thank pigglehumsy for the help in creating the anagram meanings for Penguins. <3 Also, forgive me for having no idea how to write a British accent. 


Standing before him was the most impressive looking man he had ever seen. The way he held himself spoke of how much confidence and rank the man must have acquired over the years. It made him fear for his very life even though he had decided that he was better off dead last week.

“Welcome to the squad, Private. I am your commanding General, but you can just call me Skipper,” he introduced himself, his voice holding the perfect balance of fearlessness and discipline a leader should have while he spoke. He motioned to the tall form standing to his right. “This is Kowalski, Command Sergeant Major and Second Lieutenant of the squadron.” Kowalski nodded and offered a polite smile as he nodded. “And this is our weapons Specialist and Corporal, Rico.”
 

“That’s grand,” he spoke, using his energy to gather up as much saliva was left in his mouth to continue his sentence. “But are you going to kill me now or what?”
 

“You don’t seem to understand, Private. Who you were is already dead. You’re being reborn now, as a member of the Penguins.” Skipper smirked.
 

“Penguins?” He really must be dead and in the middle of an odd death-hallucination.
 

“Break it down for him, Kowalski.” Skipper ordered.
 

“Penguins; pugnacious, extreme, non-civilian, guerilla, undercover, intelligence, national squadron,” Kowalski grinned. “We are the special team that is behind everything and nothing at the same time.”
 

“None of us exist as far as the world is concerned. I was killed ten years ago for a secret mission for America, Kowalski died testing nuclear devices for the UN, and Rico blew himself up in Russia. You, Private, died as a prisoner of war for Britain.” Skipper continued to explain as he motioned to Rico and the larger man moved to start unshackling him. “None of us exist,” Skipper repeated with a smile. “You up for the second shot of life? Because this is truly living.”
 

He frowned as he looked at the man releasing him. Rico flashed him a large grin, making the scar across one corner of his mouth and down to his chin more apparent. “What do I have to lose?” Private rubbed at his wrists as he stood for the first time in weeks.
 

“Atta boy,” Skipper grinned. “Kowalski, Rico, let’s get our new teammate back to HQ, pronto.” Private was suddenly picked up in Kowalski’s arms as the team raced out of the room. Private frowned in confusion as he watched Rico reach into his long trench coat and pull out a lighter and a few sticks of dynamite with a crackle of laughter. Skipper was running before the group and knocking out the few men that charged at them with a flawless air about him.
 

Looking up at the face of the man currently holding him, and then the other two running in front of them for protection purposes, Private actually felt oddly safe and more importantly, he had a good feeling about all of this.
 

 

Drag
 

It only seemed like a few weeks of time had passed before Private had healed from his injuries. Kowalski was a very proficient doctor. What had started off as Private being forced to drag himself out of bed had suddenly turned to waking up at six in the morning with the rest of the team for training. Private was surprised at how quickly he had fit in with the others, considering how different they all were.
 

Private, despite what he had been through and had seen, was an optimist at heart. Perhaps that was why he had lived even while being tortured and interrogated for information he honestly hadn’t known. He was also rather liberal and was clearly the most feminine out of the four, that much was obvious by the fact that he actually bathed regularly.
 

Rico, on the other hand, seemed to talk in hands motions and short words. His laughter frightened Private a bit at first since it truly made the man seem to be crazy. But within the few weeks of knowing the man, Private had learned that Rico’s passion and love for living on the edge was what drove him to the brink of insanity. He also knew that Rico had a gentle soul beneath his insane exterior. Rico painted regularly, a way to release some of his stress at not being to communicate so well, Private suspected. He also was rather inclined to music and would often hum or dance to a song on the radio when he thought no one was paying attention or even when people were staring straight at him if he fancied the song enough. He was a surprisingly graceful dancer and knew how to carry a tune.
 

Kowalski was a completely different story and yet so similar to Rico. For one thing, Private couldn’t understand everything Kowalski said either, even though it was in plain English unlike the occasional Russian term that escaped from Rico. Kowalski had a similar passion to Rico but his was for science instead of danger and explosions. Whenever Kowalski had a spare second he would be spending it by dedicating himself to any kind of science. He constantly kept a notepad and pencil on his body at all times and, to Skipper’s utter annoyance, stop even amongst the middle of training to quickly write down a thought so he could explore it later. Kowalski, out of all of them, looked like a typical person, maybe a little too skinny and tall, but the combination worked for the man. But Private sometimes worried about his experiments and his ethical side since it seemed like Kowalski didn’t have one. As long as he could justify his work “for science” then it was moral in Kowalski’s eyes.
 

And then there was Skipper. The man was so much the perfect solider that Private suspected he was an experiment gone right by the government. Skipper kept his hair buzzed perfectly flat and straight. He wore two dog tags around his neck at all times with his black tank shirt and cameo pants. Private had asked what were on the tags once and Skipper had told him about Manfredi and Johnson. It was a terrible story that Private hoped to never hear about again. Private didn’t think that Skipper actually had many hobbies outside of being a soldier. He did build ships in bottles, but even those designs were mostly modeled after ships used in military battles. Skipper was always eager to tell a story from an old war battle which made Private believe that Skipper had seen an incredible amount of battles in a short amount of time. But for all Private knew about Skipper, he also felt like he didn’t know anything about the man. He really wanted to though.
 

Responsible
 

“You know you’re responsible for those, Rico.” Skipper watched as Rico shoved more and more artillery into his trench coat pockets.
 

“Yeah,” Rico nodded and only reached for more of the piles of weapons assorted in the stock room.
 

“And you know we’re only going out for one night, and that it’s a training mission for Private.” Skipper reminded as Rico studied two different daggers carefully before storing both on his person.
 

“Uh huh,” Rico gave one last look around the small room before grabbing a large machine gun and a rifle. “Ready,” Rico grinned.
 

Skipper looked Rico up and down, his many pockets fuller than usual and some of his weapons actually sticking out of his clothes in different places. “Alright,” Skipper smiled and patted Rico on the shoulder. “Let’s grab the other two and head out then.”
 

Generation

Private shouted in joy and held up his hand to Skipper expectantly as he shouted, “High five!”
 

Skipper grinned and exchanged the high five. “I’ll humor you this time, Private, but soldiers do not high five.”
 

“Low five?” Private asked as he then dropped his hand.
 

“Low five!” Rico happily exclaimed as he slapped Private’s hand.
 

“Rico,” Skipper scolded. “I expected that from Skipper and his young generation but not from a trained solider like yourself.”
 

“High five?” Rico looked sad and held up his hand hopefully.
 

Sighing, Skipper shook his head. “I said that this was a one thing only.”
 

“Exchanging high fives is a good way to boost team spirits, Skipper.” Kowalski argued as he slapped the other’s hand, receiving a joyful shout from the weapons’ expert.
 

“Alright, fine, high fives all around then.” Skipper held up his hand. All three soldiers grinned and tried for his hand, only for it to be quickly pulled away and used to slick his hair back. “Too slow,” Skipper smirked triumphantly.
 

Comedy
 

“Can I use the telly, Skippa?” Private asked, his blue eyes shining brightly in hope.
 

Skipper shrugged and handed over the remote. “Go for it, Private, perhaps you’ll have better luck finding something good to watch.”
 

“My program is supposed to be on. You’ll love it, Skippa. It’s a real gut-busta.” Private promised as he flicked through the channels. Skipper frowned as Private finally stopped on a black and white program, smiling widely.
 

Watching in silence for a few moments, Skipper held his tongue before he finally stood and shook his head with disappointment. “British comedies,” he mumbled as he left the main room.
 

War
 

Kowalski walked into the main room, his face covered in a purple ash except for thick outlines around his eyes where his goggles obviously had been. Rico instantly started to laugh, clutching at his stomach with utmost delight.
 

“You do realize, Rico,” Kowalski growled as his eyes narrowed, “that this means war.”
 

Rico’s laughter finally died down to giggles as he smirked at the other. “Bring it,” he motioned to himself.
 

Kowalski smirked right back as he crossed his hands over his chest. “This will not end well, my friend.” He promised before he walked away, already plotting how to seek his vengeance.
 

“Um, Skippa, should we do something about this?” Private asked as he looked from Rico to Skipper.
 

“Kowalski usually declares war on Rico five times a year, Private; nothing to worry about.” Skipper assured. “Rico should be the one worried really. Especially since Kowalski just installed the new DNA lock on the weapons room and could rewire it so that Rico never saw another weapon for months.” Rico gasped as he stood from the table, his house of cards falling as he ran quickly out of the room.
 

“Don’t know why he does these things to himself. Kowalski is a master strategist and knows just how to hit Rico where it hurts.” Skipper muttered as he continued to read the paper.
 

Mainframe

Kowalski panicked as he looked at the hundreds of buttons on the mainframe, dozens of them blinking in multiple colors. “Fuck me,” Kowalski hissed as he rapidly began hitting one after another, hoping that something good would happen.
 

“Kowalski,” Skipper shouted behind him as he took out two soldiers with one sweep of his leg. “We need that computer shut down, now!”
 

“Working on it, Skipper!” Kowalski yelled back as his fingers continued to frantically fly over the keys. “It would help a lot if I actually knew what I was doing here!”
 

“You don’t need to know what to do with it; you just need to know how to shut it off!” Skipper grunted as another enemy jumped on his back before he flipped him over his shoulder to the ground and pulled the arm out of the socket with a sickening yell.
 

“Try any red buttons!” Private suggested as he delivered a successful kick to the head.
 

“Just because that works in the movies doesn’t mean--” Kowalski cut himself off as he hit a red button by accident and the large screen slowly counting down to their doom went blank. “Oh, I guess that does work.” He muttered. “Alright, Skipper, mainframe taken care of.” Kowalski saluted and then jumped down from the balcony that held the computer in time to take out an enemy. 

 

Rotation
 

“Hey,” Skipper’s eyes narrowed as he pointed accusingly at the refrigerator. “Who’s the smart guy that rotated the chore wheel?” He glared at the three sitting at the kitchen table. “Thought I wouldn’t notice, huh? Well, whoever it was forgot to take it into consideration that I hate having kitchen duty so I know when it’s my turn and I’m not supposed to be on kitchen duty until another two days.”
 

Skipper went over to the refrigerator and moved the wheel so that his name was back on vacuuming. Staring at the wheel, Skipper smirked. “Nice try, Rico, but you have to have your time on bathroom duty.”
 

“Nuts,” Rico snapped his fingers angrily at being foiled.
 

Specimen
 

“Fascinating,” Kowalski murmured as he carefully watched the ants scurry up the tiny made hill.
 

“Heheheheh, kaboom,” Rico watched as the sun reflected through his magnifying glass and caught one of the ants on fire.
 

Kowalski sighed and looked up at Rico as he read aloud as he wrote down, “Specimen Rico still seems to maintain the same sadistic joy of a six year old boy.”
 

Rico didn’t seem too upset by Kowalski’s note if his wink was anything to go by.
 

Make
 

“Wow,” Private looked around Skipper’s room at the huge collection of ships in bottles. “Did you make all of these, Skippa?”
 

“Indeed I did, Private.” Skipper smiled as he finished up the set of pushups he was working on and stood. “Was there something you needed?” He asked, grabbing a towel off of the small desk in the corner of the room.
 

“Oh, um, I think K’walski might lose the war with Rico, and his life. He kinda took Rico’s iPod and filled it with Hannah Montana and somehow programmed a password on it so Rico can’t undo it.” Private chuckled. “Rico was mighty upset and I last saw him heading to the lab with a bazooka launcha.”
 

“Let’s go stop those two from making a mess then.” Skipper sighed. He felt an oncoming headache.
 

 

Comments

[madwriter223.livejournal.com]

This. This is why I love you. XDD [hugz]

[aloneindarknes7.livejournal.com]

I'll have to keep this up then! 8D

[momo-rawr.livejournal.com]

now i am mildly addicted to The Penguins of Madagascar, thanks to you.
and the accent... i think it reads wonderful!

[aloneindarknes7.livejournal.com]

Glad to pass the addiction along and drag my fandom friends into another fandom with me.
Oh thank goodness. I'm not good with accents except for Raph's I'm afraid.

[robina1984.livejournal.com]

...I want more of this series. Is fun so far. ...I also want to see this show now, lol

[aloneindarknes7.livejournal.com]

Most of these things legitimately happen in the show but, like, in penguin form. So much subtext and delightfulness!~

[admiral]

SKIPPER SHUT UP BRITISH COMEDIES ARE THE BEST.

Is it bad that I still imagined them all as penguins while I read this. Also them having a chore wheel is kind of hilarious.

oh christ, Jor, look what I just found in my fanart folder. Why the hell had I saved this.

[aloneindarknes7.livejournal.com]

ONLY WHEN THEY'RE MONTY PYTHON.

Nah, that's fine. I still do too, except I probably won't be able to when/if I write sex for them, hence why I made them humans on the safe side.

DESTINY. Except, I picture Rico in a trench coat for extra weapons-pockets, and I don't picture them all with dark hair. For some reason I see Private as a blond or light brunette.

[admiral]

NO WAY, THE BRITISH HAVE HUMOR DOWN TO AN ART FORM WHILE EVERYONE ELSE JUST MAKES POO JOKES.

oh god what if I still try to imagine them as penguins when/if you write porn. NOOO.

Why would he not have dark hair, they're all penguins. And penguins are black and white. ERGO, DARK HAIR.

[aloneindarknes7.livejournal.com]

RUNNING THROUGH A HALLWAY OF DOORS IS NOT ART OR ELSE SCOOBY DOO HAS IT TOO.

Well, then welcome to my life of being a Furry, kinda.

...Okay, I suppose you got me there. I just wanted a blonde British boy for Skipper to creep on.

[admiral]

WHAT ENGLISH COMEDY ARE YOU WATCHING.

It's okay, I'm already there. I'm pretty sure I've read The Lion King porn at some point.

Hey, that's a good enough reason. xD

[aloneindarknes7.livejournal.com]

APPARENTLY THE WRONG ONES.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure a lot of people are furries due to the amount of awesome animal TV shows/movies and folks demanding fandoms which always leads to porn. Anyways, as long as we don't believe that we are animals, I feel like we're okay.

[admiral]

CLEARLY.

That's exactly what I tell myself! xD