Smith sat down into the seat in the cafeteria. The yellow tray contrasted against the sampling of food. It wasn't the kind of food that he was familiar to eating on the Jupiter or in the military prison. Simple yet effective nutrition that wasn't anything fancy but heavily appreciated. There were hundreds if not thousands of prisoners in the cafeteria that seemed to be in the massive room. Smith felt a sense of normalcy and calm among a scenery that had mere background noise to his ears. He had a long, sad sigh with his gaze fixated on the orange plate. He finished off what was left of his dinner.

"The Robinsons were morons," drew his attention up.

Smith fixed his gaze a recent transference nicknamed Eyepatch.

"You meant to say that they were stupid at times," Smith said.

"No, they just were," Eyepatch said.

"I would take that back if I were you," Smith said.

"What are you going to do?" Eyepatch asked.

"Lie to him?" The bearded man beside Eyepatch added.

"Or are you going to blame this on a non-existent fire that consumed the Robinsons?" Eyepatch asked.

Smith was squeezing the eating utensil in his hand as his face was turning red.

"I would take that back if I were you," Smith said, warningly.

"There is no reason to," Eyepatch said.

Smith dropped his fork to the table with a clatter feeling rage traveling through his veins.

"That is ungentlemen like of you to insult the dead," Smith said.

"They were dead as soon as they let you let live with them," Eyepatch said.

"That they were," came the collective agreement.

Smith stood up from the chair wearing a cold, murderous gaze and got up from the seat. The noise from the convicts engaged in discussion muted out the sound of Smith's boots lightly tapping the floor during the slow walk. The men were laughing ignoring the older man. Smith grabbed Eyepatch by the shoulder then made the young man turn toward him. He threw a sucker punch at Eyepatch's face knocking him down to the ground right off his seat. Eyepatch jumped up to his feet and threw one back at Smith who ducked the move then clasped his hands together smacked them against the man's chest knocking him back taking the breath right out of him stumbling back making several other criminals fall to the floor like dominos that had been hit.

Eyepatch's companions got up to their feet then charged at Smith. Smith's elbow jabbed the first man sending him staggering back. There was a blow to Smith's face sending him falling to the ground by the second man. In the next moment, Eyepatch was knocked down to the ground by another prisoner and wiped off a bit of blood from his lip. Eyepatch charged forward toward the man who had punched him. Other prisoners got up to their feet joining into the fight. Smith got up to his feet then threw a punch back and dodged the next one. He twisted the arm of the man roughly his height when he ducked and went underneath the man's arm grabbing onto his hand then delivered a kick in the man's back knocking the prisoner down to the floor with a grunt. Eyepatch appeared in the growing chaos that was circling around Smith. The slightly taller man had a angry look, a throbbing nerve on the side of his head, and he was rolling up his sleeves heading toward Smith. Smith walked back very quickly into the line of security officers breaching through toward the prison brawl unfolding in the cafeteria.

The grasp on his shoulders were unexpected and made him jump looking both ways feeling the increasing alarm raise up all over as his body and his mind shrieked in terror. Smith screamed in alarm, his flailing arms striking the face of the officers with a hard smack. His elbows followed, hitting them square in the face, as they released his shoulders in shock. His heart was racing as he turned around with his gaze on the mass of convicts in a dark blanket that had white and brown figures that contrasted against the uniforms. Smith punched out another officer grabbing onto a long short dark object then used it against the other security officer stepping back.

A hand grabbed onto his shoulder so he whipped around to face the person who grabbed on to him then struck them at the side of the face and lunged forward using his side to knock them down on to their back. He punched them out then looked over to face a flying fist headed his way that crashed against his cheek. Smith staggered back crashing against a prisoner fighting with a security officer. He ducked the next blow and watched the security officer be crashed against his attacker falling to the ground. A punch knocked him on to a empty seat. He faced the attacker reaching out to grab on the next fist and returned the favor with a rapid punch making the other prisoner fall on to the table with a groan. A feeling of triumph took hold on to him that lasted for a single moment. A stray metal object hit the back of his head then sent him falling to the ground. He looked up to see Eyepatch holding a tray. In the next moment, Eyepatch had fallen to his side in a slump beside the chairs replaced by a pissed off security officer.

"You're going into isolation for a week, you little shit,"

The last thing Smith saw was the long rifle headed toward his face then it was darkness.