Jason collapsed with a exhausted cry to the floor.

"Take him to the cell," Dragos ordered, his eyes on the void. "Time to bring us into that wormhole."

Dragos set in the course as Jason was brought up to his feet with his skin coated in sweat and his face visibly strained perhaps even drained.

"Dragos. . ." Jason said, weakly.

"Last words or it's just your pathetic excuse to sway me from getting what I deserve," Dragos said.

"If you destroy the academy then you destroy me," Jason said.

"As if you are the academy," Dragos said. "You are of man."

"You won't have the luxury of watching me die," Jason said. "I can't tell you what I am but what I can tell you is that I am sapient. . . And whatever you do next will not just determine the fate of my past but the future of every living being in the Alvereze system."

"Because I will succeed," Dragos said. "And you get to watch my reign begin. "

"No," Jason said, shaking his head. "I won't."

"Take him away," Dragos ordered with a wave.

Dragos turned toward the console then put in the coordinates. Jason was taken out of the bridge. Dragos watched the screen change from the wreckage to the void. The large dragonship floated toward the void where it entered coming to the other side. Dragos stared at the planet as his eyes widened. A rather pleased smile grew on his face but as he did there was a flying spacecraft headed his way.

"Dragonship to shuttle craft," Dragos said. "This is Emperor Dragos, identify yourself or change your route!"

There was nothing that appeared on the black screen except there was the sound of buttons being pressed and chirping.

"Emperor Dragos?" Smith asked, then continued in a British accent. "As in the late Emperor Dragos Evil? Emperor of the Dragonian empire?"

"Yes!" Dragos replied.

"Hmm. . interesting," Smith replied.

"Who are you!" Dragos repeated his question, furiously and impatiently.

"This is the United Federation of Planets starship overseer," Smith replied. "Your spaceship has been gone for approximately three hundred forty-five years," Dragos's eyebrows hunched forward as he leaned toward the screen observing the strangely designed space craft come closer to his ship. "If you do not update your bridge consoles then you will be subject to being prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law and treated as a crimina---"

"I will open the doors, ship overseer," Dragos said. "Care to tell me the name of this diligent overseer?"

"Za'car Tamyth," Smith replied. "Pleased to be your acquiescent."

"I will see you in just a moment," Dragos said, then pressed other buttons on the console. "Dragonship out."

Smith looked on toward the menacing starship.

"He has really upgraded," Paul noted. "Sam," he stood up then Smith sat into the seat. "With me. I have a little trick to teach you."

Samantha followed Paul away from the front.