He was yanked forward toward the spaceship and closed his eyes, trying not to whimper as he trembled. Once, he could keep himself together in space but those days were long gone. They went up the golden, warm ramp into the spaceship. Harvey gazed in both ways noticing there were security officers lining at certain parts of the corridor. Smith opened his eyes then gazed around the homely, richly scenery full of strange text on a keypadd set in front of them. She pressed in several buttons and the doors rolled open before her. Smith was shoved in landing to his feet on the floor with a very silent yelp. Once, he would have glared at others for the harsh treatment but none of that came. She went on to another panel then typed it in. She yanked him up to his feet and came to the center of the room. A series of rings surrounded him with a soft, unique hum then in layered flash of bright lights they were transported to another section.

She brought him forward through the open doorway. Harvey gazed about the corridor ever so cautiously then resumed the walk taking abrupt twist and turns. Finally, they came to a door that was small and sphere in shape. Harvey let go of the man's forearm then unexpectedly smacked him at the head with the long spear sending him falling against the corridor. Harvey swept her hand on the panel and the door opened before her revealing a strikingly familiar man with subtle differences here and there but all the same. His dark blue eyes gazed toward the figure as Harvey entered the room then fired off the restraints from the man's wrists. He rubbed his wrists standing up to his feet then walked over the exit sliding off the belly restraint and looked at the man with pity. Harvey slid Smith into the cell propping him against the wall then walked out of it and the door closed behind her.

His blue eyes fluttered open feeling a ache coming from his head then began to reached his hand up for his head only to find the restraint on him prevented him from doing so. He stared at the cieling contemplating his predicament. He could imagine the Robot going on a list of things that had happened so far and end up mechanically laughing. Will telling the Robot that it wasn't something to laugh about so the Robot apologized. Smith closed his eyes with a sigh then reopened them turning his gaze toward the door. Was it necessary to knock him out? He had seen countless variations of himself in different iterations. He got out of his recent messes by sheer will, determination, and limited cooperation. He was truly, utterly alone in the cell. Smith saw a pointy triangle beside him so he picked it up turning to his side then turned toward the wall where he propped himself and carved in to the metal shoving it hard to make the first visible scratch. He stepped back to reveal what had been written on the wall.

I was here.

-Zachary Smith.

He made a carving of the Jupiter 2 from below it with pained detail set below his name. He dropped the sharp object feeling a sting from along his thumb in a curved 'c' shape. Smith clutched into his palm fixing his gaze up toward the cieling. The bleeding from around his thumb stopped dripping down onto his pant leg. He turned toward the opposing wall then slid down to his feet. Smith let out a sigh lifting his head up toward the cieling. He rested his eyes lowering his head and softly snored. Smith was stirred out of his sleep by a pair of arms that grabbed on to his elbows yanking him up forcibly and panic spread through him as he began to struggle against the opposing forces with a yelp. He was lifted out of the cell and dragged through the hall where his boots squeaked sliding against the surface.

His vision adjusted to the lighting in the golden hall as he looked both ways feeling very afraid. They took him into another room, used the set of rings, and were beamed up to the main deck. His shoulders and hands ached from remaining in the same position for hours. His stomach loudly grumbled. Another set of doors opened before him to what was a more sophisticated, but simple bridge that featured a thrown, a large console, a big view screen, and a counter that had a circular receptacle. Smith lifted up to his feet, his mind racing from thoughts that pertained to being transferred from his body to a container or to be judged.

"Complete silence, or you will die," echoed in his mind.

It made his feelings change from terrified to anger easily making him keep his mouth shut.

He looked up to see that it was pushing daybreak. He was visibly trembling on the bridge, hoping against chance that help would come running in unceremoniously and shoot out most of the captors then take Smith to safety. The reality was, he wasn't that much important anymore to the military. It would never happen. He watched a light emit from the circular device. They hadn't made it to the Stargate, quite yet. He had to give the team time. He had to go along, and do as he was told. A bright white light illuminated from the receptacle then a figure draped in a dark cloak came walking alongside the convict.

"This is your leader, people of Carvalaic," the figure had a deep alien voice that boomed and had a slight echo. "A liar, a criminal, and a fake prophet."

The figure turned toward Smith, her eyes glowing yellow briefly then returning to their normal shade, staring into him.

"Your leader will suffer horribly and painfully," the figure added, as Smith's face fell with a shudder. "until he has told you what I have always known and you have not. It will make you suffer worse than my reign on you. I will be your ideal leader and your god as I have always been and always will be unlike him." She turned toward the convict who was moved toward his side by the two heavily armored individuals. She reached a hand out to reveal that it had golden armor wrapped around her hand completed by a gem at the center of it. A yellow glow began to emit from the device aimed at Smith's forehead. "confess."

Smith shook his head.

"Then you give me no choice," the figure said, spreading her finger tips out.

There was agony in his head like someone was tearing through his thin walls, forcing themselves in, leaving a wreck behind. It felt like someone was digging something long, sharp, and hot into his head burning everything inside his brain that traveled from channel to channel. Smith screamed, painfully, his legs giving out causing him to fall down to his knees and his eyes closed. He tried to fight back the invasive procedure that seemed hell bent on damaging his mind rather than what was contained inside of it. What new walls were made to protect certain corners were quickly taken down. He made wall after wall, desperately, hope that was being lost very quickly. He opened his eyes to see the familiar flickering red flame erupting from the device. It was a momentary flash that took him back.

The flames drifting off the backs of the unconscious Robinsons. He squeezed his clasped, trembling hands together them gave it his all to protect one small corner of his mind left untouched by the woman. A treasured vault concealing the memories pertaining to the Robinsons gave him renewed strength sending the energy away fueled by his anger. Hot tears were dripping down his cheeks as his screams turned from agony to anguish brought out by the throbbing reminder. His white eyes turned to red and his face twisted into anger. She yanked her hand back then paced as he lowered his head down with a pant feeling sweat traveling down his skin. He grew a victorious grin on his face raising his head up with a head that was in pain. He looked over toward the receptacle, panting, then turned his attention back onto the well dressed figure very exhausted. She didn't seem to be happy as she approached him and spread her fingers out turning the brightness around Smith into darkness.