Baktok and Dragos arrived into the destroyed lab. The old fashion cryostasis pod recovered from deep space remained unused. Below it on the golden plague read Major Donald West covered in scars that nearly made it unreadable if not for squinting to see what it read. Instead of glass paneling there was paneling that was made of steel from around it, the light gray top and base stood out friendly enough that it seemed to be a curious machine beckoning in a unknown traveler.

Sparks erupted from the cieling that briefly highlighted the broken machinery decorating the floor ranging from parts to cables, circuits, twisted metal, and the corpses of goons being mangled in them. Dragos took out his collapsable lantern from a side paneling then slid it open to reveal the damaged walls, the hole that was being blocked off by several large consoles just managing to keep in place, and from around Dragos was a excess of blood on everything. Baktok wore a heartbroken look so Dragos placed a hand on his shoulder and firmly squeezed it.

"It will be better the next time around," Baktok said.

"Better and more equipped for situations like this," Dragos said. "Everything won't fall apart in the past."

Baktok nodded in return then heard a familiar melody from being activated.

"Opas!" Baktok called, as the short dwarf like creature picked up a wrist device. "Throw that away."

Dragos stepped forward.

"Opas," Dragos said. "Put. That. Back."

Opas looked up toward Dragos tilting her head.

"That is a time manipulator," Baktok said.

"I order you to deactivate it," Dragos said, stepping forward. "Hand it to me."

Opas looked toward the device then toward Dragos.

"Turn it off," Baktok said.

Dragos stepped forward.

"Don't do it," Dragos said. "Opas." He held his hand out. "Sending one person is a waste of the power."

"If you return," Baktok added. "You won't return to a present that can accept two Opas. It won't be worth it."

"Listen to us!" Dragos plead.

Opas looked toward Dragos then toward Baktok shaking her head.

"Not to me," Opas said, then pressed a button and vanished in a blue light.

Dragos lowered his hand.

"She is gone," Dragos said, then turned toward Baktok. "We might be dead."

"Not think of that now, Evil," Baktok said. "We must search for the fleet ship time passer."

"I tried it once," Dragos said. "It doesn't work."

"Evil," Baktok said. "My friend. When do you think the other half of the Dragonian army came from?"

Dragos turned toward Baktok.

"The present?" Dragos asked.

"No," Baktok said, shaking his head. "The future."

"It does work!" Dragos said. "It works!"

"I put it somewhere around here after using it . ." The two men searched among the bodies as the scene backed out moving toward the stars.

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The camera lowered from the night sky to the small camp fire.

Smith was finishing his shaving after several days considering whether to come back. He was only waiting for one of them to come back insisting that they needed him. Somewhere other than Will. He cared about the boy to a great degree and knew just how much Will had cared about him. How Will choose to see good in Smith. Smith got up to his feet then dusted off his well worn outfit then made his way toward the path. Will hadn't visited in days. Smith was thankful that he had been using his food sparingly since that first night. He came to a stop once realizing the crash landed view of the Jupiter 2 was no longer in his sights.

The only thing left was the Robot standing guard with several boxes beside him and his energy pack was off. Smith moved toward the Robot then knelt down to find a box full of energy packs. Smith looked up toward the Robot and slowly picked up the energy pack. The Robinsons had been taken and so were their spaceship. He observed equipment to keep himself sustaining for a few months at most with repair equipment for the Robot among it. He looked up toward the night sky utterly heart broken then placed the energy pack from the sand on to the Robot's side.

The Robot's arms reached back into his shell.

"Doctor Smith," the Robot said, then turned around to survey where the Jupiter 2 had once been. "Where are the Robinsons?"

Smith looked on toward the Robot.

"I thought you would know," Smith said. "You cathedral blossom sprout."

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Gampu read the paper.

Your warning has been taken under advisement and the graduation will be held by Vulcan.

Gampu stared at the paper in his hands that was trembling.

They were too far away from the Alvereze System.

"Peepo," Gampu started. "Please change the course to the Vulcan system."

"Oraco," Peepo said.

Gampu folded the letter then tucked it into his pocket moving from the console making his way out of the bridge. His pace picked up passing the occasional cadet then arrived into his quarters and searched through the photographs for one special picture. He opened them one by one frantically dropping them to the floor. A sound came from the door.

"Come in," Gampu replied.

The door let in Professor Parsafoot.

"Don't be gone, don't be gone, don't be gone," Gampu prayed until he had opened and closed all the photographs.

Gampu placed his hands onto the counter and his head hung low.

"Commander," Parsafoot said. "I have just had the strangest experience with my time energizer."

"Professor," Gampu said, raising his head up fighting back tears as his memories were being rewritten. "It has been a honor to have known you."

Parsafoot tilted his head, bewildered.

"Commander?" Parsafoot asked, coming toward the commander. Gampu carefully cleaned the tear off his cheek with his long blue sleeve. "Are you alright?"

Gampu turned around then slowly took the man by the shoulders.

"I need you to do me a favor," Gampu said. "a rather big one for that matter."

"I need a favor from Tee Gar," Parsafoot said. "we can trade."

Gampu grew a weathered smile in return to the offer.

"It's about my family," Gampu said.

"You have a family?" Parsafoot said.

"Had," Gampu said. "They were called the Robinsons."

Parsafoot grew a big smile in return.

"For your family," Parsafoot said. "Star Command is willing to part with its resident inventor."

"Good," Gampu said. "We need to use that time energizer. Now, what about the strangeness of it?"

"I got a message from Jason over my collinear to speak with you," Parsafoot then added. "and he didn't sound too well."

Gampu observed the professor's fearful face.

"Here I thought Klingon-Humans didn't get terrified by the future," Gampu noted, light heartedly. "Professor," he walked away coming toward the doorway with his hands linked behind his back. "I cannot go against Planetary Command's orders and you know it."

Being court martial-ed for the battle that would happen after the truth had been exposed about his part in the sabotage of the Jupiter 2 and directly disobeying a order wasn't something that he like everyone to know him as. A professor trying to do the right thing attempting to save the people who he loved and cared about dearly was the image he wanted to be remembered as. He couldn't pull a miracle neither could they in this kind of situation.

"Yes," Parsafoot said, nodding his head.

"Professor," Gampu said. "I need you to send a message for yesterday. To me. From you. Through the collinear."

"Commander," Parsafoot said. "What is going to happen during the graduation?"

Gampu didn't reply.

"How bad is it?" Parsafoot asked, very concerned.

"This is a short message you must give," Gampu said. "Be vague as possible regarding Dragos's threat."

Parsafoot froze before the Commander's eye.

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

Gampu had his hands linked behind his back looking out the window.

"Hope that whoever is messing with this time loop does not find out who corrected it," Gampu said. "I will be taking Peepo and Loki with me when I leave the Space Academy."

"He is not Federation property so we can't do anything about that," Parsafoot said. "Won't be alarming." Smith closed his eyes, firmly grasping at his wrist, having a sigh. "What about Blue Team 1?" Parsafoot approached the older man.

Gampu was silent.

"It is difficult for me to make this decision," Gampu said. "I was part of a ship wide disaster once."

"Oh," Parsafoot said. "So a lot of people are going to die."

"Ten thousand people will die," Gampu went on. "yes, yes, they will."

"You should tell Planetary Command," Parsafoot said

"Planetary Command won't believe my story," Gampu said. "Nothing like this has ever happened to more than one person and it is largely unheard of."

"Three hundred years," Parsafoot said. "That is difficult to believe it has never came up."

"If there were any time problems that pertained to the Federation," Gampu said. "They have been fixed."

"If this is a bad timeline," Parsafoot said. "You must have heard some."

"No," Gampu said. "I have not."

"You didn't answer," Parsafoot said. "What about Blue Team 1?"

"If I try to help during this highly dangerous battle or before it. . . " He looked over toward Parsafoot. "I like to expel them to save them. They would be very angry at me but they would be alive. I cannot suspend them. I cannot." Gampu shook his head. "I cannot manipulate time any further. The Federation will enter into the fourth Star War. Millions of people will die. Even if my charges survive the initial battle, war will mean the end of the life that they had known. Loki can choose his own path after the battle. I will spend the rest of the two hundred years somewhere far away from the state of war. Far as I can. I will not be part of another war."

Parsafoot was silent at first.

"This didn't happen before?" Parsafoot asked, finally.

"It did not," Gampu said.

"I am going down fighting to protect the academy in this timeline," Parsafoot said. "Because this is the right timeline. We are going to use Tee Gar's Cryotron and everyone is going to be okay---"

"Professor," Gampu interjected, softly and slightly turned his head toward the professor. "Only twenty-six people die from the Space Academy. That is the right timeline. To me. . . Because the senior staff to Star Command do not die," Parsafoot visibly perked up. "Nor do Blue Team 1."

"How do you remember?" Parsafoot asked.

"Certain things did not happen the same way," Gampu replied. "I am over three hundred years old. . . With six hundred years worth of memories."

"You make it easy to forget," Parsafoot said, bemused.

"Everyone makes it easy," Gampu said. "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few." he turned his attention toward the stars. "Should this timeline continue after you send the message. Which it will," he turned toward the man. "Get your affairs in order, Professor. You are dismissed."

"Goodbye, Commander," Parsafoot said, then waved his hand in front of the panel and walked out of the room.

"Goodbye, E.J," Gampu said, then lowered his gaze toward the window.

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Opas watched the incoming transmission disguised as a member of Interplanetary Communication's retrieval.

The message was quite vague.

Signed by the commander.

Wasn't blatant enough to send the message that had been crafted decades ago to ensure Dragos's victory.

The message had to be given to the admiralty to determine if it were warranted enough to be considered a blatant warning. She slid the paper in then fast forward it under the watchful red buttons that fast forward it to someone else from Planetary Command that would start a meeting between the admirals regarding the issue. It was a shame the academy was going to be destroyed and no one could do a thing about it this time around.

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Dragos had failed.

Opas took out the old time manipulator from the cabinet and put it on to her wrist. Her holographic generator sizzled giving away her furry figure that was wrapped up in fabric that was comfortable yet loose on her figure. Her dark hair had thinned over the passing decades. She had spent fifty years gaining their trust, their confidence, and blending in to the scenery. She watched history unfold before her eyes as a linguistic specialist.

The old man had known!

The old man had known all along!

The old man had somehow been part of it!

And known what she had done to make sure of his success!

The old man wasn't going to be seeing this coming this time around.

She vanished in a sea of blue light that sent her apartment furniture scattered and blew out the glass from the windows.

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The stars made the falling academy stand out as it hurled toward Priplanus full of screaming and terror. The academy seemed to be severely damaged with lights that were struggling to operate but all together failed. Only one of the biodomes were intact from the battle. Sand, plants, and rocks were flying out of the biodomes. The rocks struck the hull of the buildings leaving scratch marks behind on the already weak hull. The Academy fell through the atmosphere at a high speed.

The camera went on to the residential deck of the Jupiter 2. The sound of the door to the Jupiter was smooth and mechanical. The door remained open from behind the Robot. The Robot's moving treads came to a halt by the astronavigator. His sensors were reading the minds of several thousand people. The sense of dread settled into his processors. His sensors could not detect the screaming but it was coming from inside him.

"Warning, warning!" The Robot flailed his noodle dark arms in the air.

The Robot's cries awoke the Robinsons.

"ASTEROID IS HEADED THIS WAY! DANGER, EMERGENCY EVACUATION! DANGER! DANGER!"

There was silence then in the next moment, the Robinsons were up and running coming from the ladder. Debbie was in the arms of Penny. The Robinsons were in their pajamas fleeing the Jupiter 2 wearing small orange ear plugs. John had his hand gripping onto Will's hand as they were fleeing from the oncoming asteroid. Don looked over his shoulder to see the large figure blocking the visual of the massive collection of stars and cosmos from behind. He turned his attention away from the visual then fell into a cave falling out of view from the Robot's sensors.

They fell to the surface crashing on top of each other. The ground shook from around them that indicated the asteroid had crash landed. The Robinsons gathered up to their feet one by one looking up toward the sea of sand flying over their shelter. John held on to Maureen's free hand tightly. Their adrenaline was running and their fear was on high. Debbie was holding on tightly to Penny's tunic visibly trembling in the cold temperature of the night. Sand fell down from the cave entrance. Don looked out to view the night sky that was visible once more then turned toward the leader of the group with a nod.

One by one they took out their ear plugs and placed them into their pockets. They made their climb up the cave to the top one by one using the small holes in the surrounding wall as their guide. John and Maureen stood side by side observing the newly made sand dunes that weren't there before. What trees there had been before were under the sea of sand. Will could look out to see where the Jupiter had been then his eyes turned toward where the familiar fire pit had been to find just darkness. A heart string was pulled at the idea that his new friend was gone.

Where the Robinsons new home had been was replaced by a pitch black mass that made it hard to see anything from. The men had their laser pistol belts on them compared to the other unarmed members of the group. John looked toward Maureen then toward the children. Everything had been so certain a few minutes ago regarding what was going to happen next. And now they didn't know what was going to happen next. The harsh reality settled in that they were going to die without their super spaceship. Crushed and destroyed by the fallen asteroid. Their miraculous escape from death was a death sentence itself. Aliens waiting around the corner to snatch a member, creatures wanting to be tended to taking one of them, hungry human eating creatures tailing them, and of course starvation.

"Father!" Judy said. "Look!"

The group looked over to small lights that formed a wide path up the asteroid.

"Stairs?" Don asked.

"The Robot said it was a asteroid," John noted. "Not a starship."

"It could be both," Penny remarked.

"A lot of people must be down there scared," Maureen said. "And have some room to spare."

"We do need some room," John agreed.

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The travel toward the asteroid was quick, at least to the Robinsons, then made their climb up the stairs. Maureen spared a sympathetic glance toward the sand then back up. Almost a years worth of time tending to the plants that acted as a means for survival for the Robinsons and now, it no longer could do so. Under several tons of weight. She shuddered to think about how the Robot was. Penny came beside Will.

"I took his sensor disk before we left," Penny said, handing the disk to the boy.

"Thanks," Will said.

"He will be good as new in no time," Penny remarked.

Will looked toward Penny.

"He will adapt easily to his new shell," Will said.

"What if we gave him spider legs?" Penny asked.

"He will go faster," Will said. "But he won't like it."

"Why?" Penny asked.

"Robot wouldn't appreciate being turned into a space probe," Will said.

"He wouldn't," Penny agreed, with a snicker.

The siblings laughed as the image sunk into their minds. They came to a stop in front of the doorway to the asteroid. John knocked on it three times and waited for a reply. The academy was silent from the inside with everyone holding their breath anticipating for Dragos to continue his rampage of destruction and mayhem coming in taking prisoners among the survivors. The halls were still. Silence.

Too much silence was in the air. The academy seemed to be screaming that it were abandoned. Not carrying a single form of life except for some of the corridors had cadets huddle together with blood caking their faces while whimpering. The hooks around the lower half of the uniforms were joined together by improvised chains connecting to opened panels in the wall keeping them together.

Don spotted the panel in the rock that stood out.

"John," Don called.

John turned in the major's direction.

"What is it?" John asked.

"I would say a space doorbell," Don said. "But it doesn't look like the ones I normally see."

"Ring it," John said.

Don nodded then tapped on it.

"Nothing happened," Don said.

"It may not be a doorbell," Penny perked up.

"What are you suggesting it is?" John asked.

"A security function," Penny said. "Most of the ships that Will and I have been in had them."

"Except that was a diamond," Will said.

"Not a black panel with a blue sphere," Don noted. "Glowing and strange."

"And we had to wave our hands in the way of it," Penny said. "Could work with a different type of hand wave."

Don waved his hand in the way but nothing happened to the entrance.

"It doesn't work," Don said.

"I hate to do this, but we need shelter," John noted, then looked over to see a clear path leading up the asteroid. "We have to break into the starship and search for the crew."

Will was looking up to see a severely damaged building with pieces that were falling.

"Dad," Will said. "It was in a really bad space battle."

John looked up then glanced toward Maureen who nodded.

"We're taking that chance," John said. "We will deal with that once we cross this bridge. Let's climb."

They followed the patriarch up the slope that turned into climbing rocks. Don looked over to fully observe that the top of the building was gone leaving only the lower half and some of the walls remaining. The doors were closed to the building itself. It was a small building. At least, it used to be based off the appearance. What was left of the foundation of course. They made their way past the small disaster heading toward what sign of buildings there were descending into a dark crevice that made it difficult to see who was in front and who was behind them. Their walk had turned into a climb.

Debbie had their eyes closed holding on tightly to the young girl. Judy looked over toward the edge of the dark crevice to observe a figure coming toward the entrance way. She had a audible gasp that drew the attention of the family to see what she was looking down toward. Will was relieved to see the older man alive and well knocking on the wall. Confusion quickly over took the surprised yet relieved atmosphere around the Robinsons.

"He could not have survived that without ear plugs," Don said.

"He didn't take any," Maureen commented.

"Will," John said, looking toward the boy.

"I didn't give him any," Will said.

John looked up with his hands on his knees then Don looked up and Maureen did too including the rest of the Robinsons. A large tidal wave was headed toward the asteroid as a distant large rushing figure that was very loud to their ears. Will looked down toward Smith who was now shouting at the door unaware of the impending disaster from behind him.

"Doctor Smith, you should start climbing!" Judy shouted.

Smith continued knocking on the door.

"Doctor Smith!" Will hollered, cupping his hand around his mouth.

"He can't hear us," Penny acknowledged, Will lowered his hands to his side.

"Busted eardrum will do that," Don remarked, then picked up a pebble. "I will handle it." Don bounced the pebble in his hand then threw it at the old man's head.

"Ow!" Smith yelped, turning around to see the raging oncoming wall of water and let out a terrified scream with his back to the wall.

Don followed after the Robinsons up the asteroid quickly and efficiently. They ran into a open hole in another building then placed their backs against the wall. The tidal wave struck the academy making it shake from side to side. The Robinsons held on together waiting for the tidal wave to pass while John was clinging on to a long pipe sticking out of the wall. When it stopped, Don was the first one to move out of Judy's grip toward the hole in the wall. The stars and the two moons were more visible than they had been before from below. The Robinsons joined him looking off toward the familiar landmarks. There was a unsure feeling around the group.

"Great," Don said. "The tidal wave dropped the starship on a mountain. This is going to be a bad crash."

"We are in the territory of the giants," John said. "They could easily make it less bad."

John inwardly cringed at the idea immediately after voicing it. Being thrown by a giant and causing another destructive crash landing. Even if the giants were still around, how would they have survived the tidal wave somewhere on the planet? The idea of being thrown to a location that wasn't in their territory but caused them to fall and be out of sorts for a few moments in exchange for not being attacked by them was a rather good idea.

"Maybe they won't notice," Don said, looking out observing for a lone moving figure that wasn't there.

"And they have means of defense," John said.

"Always good against giant cyclops," Don said.

"If they are still around," Maureen voiced in.

"If," John agreed. "We better find the other survivors."

"Captain is always there after something like this," Don agreed.

The family walked down the hall.

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Smith screamed at the oncoming tidal wave while frozen by fear.

Focus on your safety, Zachary!, Smith screamed at himself, Don't freeze like this! Precious time is at hand.

He turned around then put his hand on the console, waved his hand to the side, and glided it down as the tidal wave drew closer toward him. The door opened before him. Smith ran inside the entrance with his shoulder meeting the wall. The door closed across from him. Smith walked ahead with his hands out reached in the pitch black cursing to himself. Why didn't you take a torch? Could you not have lit one up? Smith hit something hard and cold knocking him back toward the floor. The starship swayed from side to side sending him slide against the wall that was abrupt and terrifying sending him crashing against the other wall.

Smith felt sick laid on the floor with a hand on his chest then shifted toward his side.

He spat out what pieces of sand that hadn't came out after digging himself out of the sand dune on adrenaline and terror.

His head met the wall then back toward the other wall.

As though Smith were on a ship lost adrift in sea.

The comparison ended when everything became still.

Smith got up to his feet then blindly moved in the dark feeling large panels to guide him forward. He made his way toward the third wall moving sideways until coming to a panel that had a light blue circular shape that stood out. He glided his hand down. His hand fell into thin air. He moved through the dark searchingly wandering the space meeting the occasional panel and blue circular lights on a few. It gave him a unique visual of where he was going. Smith took twists and turns until he grew annoyed by the passage. He was tired of being in the dark. He tripped over something landing to his feet with a yelp. A hand was placed on his shoulder then turned him over. He looked up in the complete black searching for a figure squinting his eyes. He reached out meeting a trembling, warm hand that quickly reached back.

"Do not be afraid of me, I am not with the people who attacked this starship," Smith said.

Smith patted around.

"How many are there?" Smith inquired.

His hand met a trembling boot.

"Can you please respond?" he gazed up toward who he assumed to be the one in front of him.

His hand met a wet shoulder that was moving up and down as though they were sobbing.

"It's alright," Smith replied. "You are safe now. It's over," he moved his hand to the side of the arm and gave a squeeze. "I will find help for you." he had his attention toward the darkness. "Remain here until I come back with aid."

The shoulder was still but warm.

Smith scanned the area that he had came across the unseen survivor.

There had to be companions beside the other one holding on to each other openly weeping.

"It will be alright," Smith reassured. "You are very brave holding on to each other."

Smith stood up to his feet then continued his walk down the corridor leaving behind four cadets who were actually shouting for him.

"Commander! Commander! Commander!"

He waved his hand in front of a blue sphere then walked in.

"Hello?" Smith could feel the tense air. "I am Doctor Zachary Smith." he looked around the pitch black. "I offer my services for the wounded I have spotted in the corridors," He stepped further into the room with clasped hands. "Can someone please turn on the lights?"

In light red light, it was revealed to him that there were thousands of people staring at him.

"Who is the commander of this starship?" Smith asked.

A hand was raised from the crowd.

"Please, come forward," Smith said. "I am not your enemy," he held his hand up. "But I am a space castaway."

A woman broke out of the crowd and her mouth was moving a mile a minute.

"Please," Smith said. "Slow down. I can't hear a word you are saying. . .Captain?"

She spoke slower but no words were coming out but he could read her lips.

"Commander Brookes," Brookes replied. "Are there any more space castaways?"

"Several," Smith replied. "I believe the others are somewhere on your starship."

"Space Academy, Commander," Brookes replied. "I thought you had died. Captain Soom said you had."

"Doctor Smith," Smith corrected. "I am quite aware I share a likeness with certain figures but I am not your commander."

"Then how did you get into the academy?" Brookes asked.

"I waved my hand and the doors opened," Smith replied.

Brookes considered, carefully, rubbing her chin then looked up toward Smith.

"We can use your help," Brookes said. "Doctor Smith."