The camera swept down into the Jupiter 2030 heading below the navigation bubble through the hull into a artificial simulated environment sides to the plant and soil. There was large blue screens displaying blue with plenty of bugs flying around in the air from below the artificial light in the shape of the sun. Smith was knelt down on his knees placing weeds into a bucket wearing gloves that were specified to his hands while in-distinctively humming.

Lost in thought and distracted, he didn't notice how Alexa Anne was approaching him in a intimidating manner. Only until the hair on his skin went up, a heavy dread set into his stomach, and the terror on turning around struck him did it hit that someone terrifying was heading his way. Smith turned in the woman's direction to see a all-too-familiar look of cold intent on her face that drew his alarm.

"You will be placed into the prison pod," Alexa Anne said.

"Alexa," Smith said. "My pod can only let me be inside for eight hours."

"Prison pod has been been readjusted," Alexa Anne stated, earning a surprised look from Smith.

Smith struggled to stand up.

"You don't sound yourself," Smith looked up in concern. "This must be a glitch. Do a disk clean up."

"No," Alexa Anne said. "Commands of Major Watson," Smith fell over to his side with nothing to help him up. "Get up."

"Trying," Smith replied, annoyed looking up toward her and held a hand out for her. "I need a hand."

Alexa Anne reached out grabbing on to his wrist in a way that resulted in unnecessarily bone crushing.

Smith grabbed on to her arm as the pain became part of the background twisting his wrist out of her grasp and yanking his arm out quickly then swung himself on to her back. He tapped on the neck as the android tried to shake him off. Smith had a tight grip onto her waist. He was flung off her figure with one swing sending him rolling down the grassy plain. He used his left hand to prop himself up watching her approach him. Smith grabbed on to a long stick watching three unusual critters similar to bats with big eyes, pointy ears, golden scales, green hair, and a baby dragon like head. They hopped away from the bewildered elderly man.

Alexa Anne grabbed a hold on to the man's figure then slipped him over her shoulders clenching tightly on to his knee. Smith struck her back, repeatedly, being unable to say a word initially from the pain coming from his legs with his hands balled up into fists.

"Alexa, let go!" Smith plead. "You're hurting my knees! Loosen your grip, please!"

Smith looked off toward the panel that was still up from the side of her neck as she walked toward the elevator.

"No," Alexa Anne replied.

Smith swung himself forward then tapped at random on different options set before him.

"Then power down," Smith said.

Alexa Anne collapsed to the ground. Smith struggled to kneel down to her side with the ache of his knees protesting against it as they had many times before. She was struggling to move. Her fingers reaching out for support to help her up. Her eyes glancing in all directions. His fingers lightly tapped on the armor until a compartment raise up before his eyes where he found the familiar box underneath the armor on her waist. The power pack, it had to be, but it orange and gray rather than baby blue and light gray with screws seen on the front. She stopped moving becoming completely still. He dropped the power pack to the side right across from the android.

Smith sighed, lowering his head down.

With the move of his pinkie, a hot searing flash of pain made itself known.

"Ah!" Smith yelped, raising his head up.

Smith grabbed on to his wrist, squeezing his eyes close, cradling the broken wrist against his chest observing the swelling beginning to appear. He made his way to the elevator then pressed on to the down arrow and slid down to the bottom of the elevator keeping his unharmed hand up on the rail. He closed his eyes then reached himself forward breaking through the electricity drilling through his head while hiking himself up using his arm as his support then slapped on the down button and fell to the corner of the elevator with a pant.

The scene drifted up to the hydroponics deck surging past the short blades of grass sweeping over to the motionless figure. It flew over to her neck that displayed 'SOLAR BATTERY charging'. Her eyes moved from side to side in wonder addressing her problem. Her power pack was left on the ground beside her. Emergency power indicated it would take over thirteen hours to be fully charged. Her mission had to be fulfilled as given by her superior officer Major Watson. Hours ticked by within the hydroponics. Her energy bar went up and up until it had reached the maximum required space.

She had enough energy stored within her to operate a hour without the power pack. She lifted herself up from the ground detecting a lifeform standing from across her holding on to a meat cleaver with his unharmed hand while his other hand was cradled against his chest. There was a look of intent on the man's face as he held on to a defensive posture. He stood from alongside the elevator dressed in only his bell bottom themed pants and short sleeve orange prison shirt. From the palm of his hand could easily be seen a slick black wrist sprint that wrapped around his thumb. She picked up the power pack and gently placed her finger on the open slot making it close on the vulnerable section. The outcome had been pr-determined when the fight had begun. She walked toward the elderly man's direction.

Smith swung the cleaver into her chest leaving a fine long cut into her chest plating then wore a heart broken expression.

Alexa Anne stared down toward the exposed cables inside her chest that were sparking.

"Resistance is futile, Zachary Smith," Alexa Anne said, yanking out the meat cleaver where she tossed it aside.

Smith staggered back, his eyes searching for items to use as self defense.

"Alexa, I know you're in there," Smith said. "I am not going back in there when it can malfunction!"

"You will be returned to your prison pod," Alexa Anne said. "Resistance is futile."

"To you, it is," Smith said, picking up a stick with a sharpened edge and jabbed it into the android's chest where sparks erupted.

"Futile," Alexa Anne said, tossing aside the stick.

She yanked Smith from the tree and dragged him by the elbow.

There was a loud pop from the elderly man's arm.

Smith screamed, loudly, painfully.

Alexa Anne stopped forcing him into the elevator as he howled in pain. The arm that she had dislocated was the very same one that she had crushed the wrist. She went inside of the elevator then pressed on the down button and linked her arms behind her back, stoically over the sounds of his screams. She saw a orange figure pass over the bars, roll and stumble, and stop beside the hatch door. She slid the bar aside slowly approaching him as he put his back against the wall using his unharmed hand to grab out a bulky, dark gray laser pistol outlined in orange. He steadied himself with his elbow against the doorway as though being rocketed by pain coursing through his body. Electricity surged from his fingers into the laser pistol. The doors from behind him whished open. He stepped back with a visible tremble.

"I am not afraid to fire," Smith said, intent-fully with pleading eyes back toward her. "Don't make me."

Alexa Anne stepped forward so he took a step back placing his back against the secondary door.

"You are attempting at making a escape," Alexa Anne said. "That is not allowed."

"You grabbed me by the elbow," Smith said. He closed his eyes then reopened them as electricity was radiating off his back hitting the metal leaving behind visible electrical burns. "You're in there. I know you. You wouldn't let someone be harmed over being reprogrammed." Alexa Anne grabbed the trembling laser pistol making it become still as he stared back at her with scared eyes.

"You will be removed and placed into your prison pod," Alexa Anne said.

"Alexa," Smith said, as they switched positions. Smith let go of the phaser then reached his hand out pressing on to the side button alongside the hatch. The door closed between them as his eyes were brimming with tears. "I am sorry."

There was a surprised look on her face as he watched her be sucked out into space.

"Sorry. . ." Smith pressed on the secondary button sliding down, weeping. "Sorry. . . Sorry."

Smith placed his unharmed hand on to his face where he wept then something small fell into his hand. It was rounded and small. He could see the long, light blue tendrils that had unusual shapes and very thin for their width. He placed his fingers on to his forehead then lowered it down observing splotches of blood. The anti-bridge item had fallen out of his head forcibly. He moved his way past the cryostasis pods reading the lines of text indicating who rested in what. He came to a stop beside Madalyn's pod, fell against the side of Carly's pod, then used his shoulder to press in the button to Madalyn's and brought himself over to the astragator where collapsed falling unconscious. Two of the cryostasis pods turned gold then the fog disappeared and two women came stumbling out.

"That felt quick," Carly said.

"Oh my god!" Madalyn said, rushing toward the scene.

"Looks like he went through the ringer," Carly said, then looked down toward the sight of blood in his palm. "Uh, why does he have the anti-bridge in his hand?"

"Get the medical kit, Carly," Madalyn said. "Now."

"Yes, Doctor," Carly said, then got up to her feet and moved.

"How did you get up here?" Madalyn asked, checking for his pulse.

She ripped off a part of her sleeve then pressed the cloth against his forehead letting the blood bleed out steadily but beginning to slow down.

"I got it!" Carly replied, coming up the ladder with a medical kit.

"Get over here," Madalyn said, her fingers crazing the side of her face and she was jolted. "Ow."

"What do you suppose happened?" Carly said, opening the medical kit.

"His pod malfunctioned, obviously, which is a first," Madalyn said, grabbing a white square bouncy object and placing it against his wound. "Get me the gauze," Carly got out the gauze. "And wrap it around his head tightly as you can."

The gauze was wrapped around his head ever so tightly until Madalyn cut at it with scissors.

"Think he will make it?" Carly asked.

"He is under right now," Madalyn said. "He will need rest, pain medication, a clean up on his head, and treatment to seal up the wound once it has stopped bleeding. Right now, we have to get him to sick bay," she gestured Carly over to his side. "On the count of three. . ." they placed his shoulders on their shoulders. "One. . two. . three-"

"Ah!" Smith screamed, high pitch, painfully.

"What's wrong?" Madalyn said.

"Dis . . . loca. . . ted shoulder," Smith replied, dropping the device to the floor as the women brought him to the elevator.