"Undercover Seeker 1 to Academy Control," Paul's voice came over and his familiar dark face appeared on the screen. "Request for entrance."

There was a loud, unanimous cheer that filled the room.

"Request granted," Laura said. "Academy Control to Emergency Docking Bay 2. Open the door."

"Doors will be opened," came the reply. "Space Station out."

"Academy Control to Undercover Seeker," Chris said. "Is Jason there?"

The screen changed to Samantha's face.

"No worse for the wear," Samantha noted over the cheering that grew louder. "Still in good spirits."

The three overheard the sound of Loki's lyrotron being played in the background.

"Good," Chris said. "We will be lifting off soon as you get in."

"Oraco," Paul said. "And oh, Chris," Chris stayed where he stood. "Prentiss will be taking him back home."

"Why is it that way?" Chris asked.

"Our flight consoles are very different," Paul said. "Undercover Seeker 1 out."

Chris and Laura faced each other with a smile then turned toward Adrian.

"Adrian, you're in charge of Academy Control," Chris said. "All you have to do is give the order to warp out into Federation territory."

Adrian nodded, in acceptance.

"What about you two?" Adrian asked.

"We will be waiting outside of sick waiting for the clear," Laura replied. "Graduation will start after Gampu has recovered."

"I look forward to seeing everyone there at graduation," Chris said, scanning the large happy crowd then they walked away toward the exit.

"See you at the graduation!" Laura said.

Chris waved his hand in front of the panel.

"See you there!" Adrian said, the door opened as she waved the twins off with a smile.

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The air was cheerful for the space cadets strolling through the corridors.

Their confidence was raised regarding the outcome of leaving Preplanus with a crew compliment roughing ten thousand. Minus ten individuals. Their corpses were being kept in the freezing room in makeshift coffins, wrapped in white and blue fabric that had a series of Velcro straps closed over under the instructions of the doctor. Preparing bodies for burial was a task that proved to be heavy. Observing their pristine, deathly gray skin and their serene expressions while performing autopsies on friends was difficult. But not too difficult to perform the act determining the cause of death as led by Professor Allen for the last five deceased and Tee Gar performed the operation on the initial five.

There were still some recovering patients in sick bay with members of their family by their side and a large television set that showed the play in action. No one could have possibly known that it was getting to the end and preparing to wrap itself up to the entertained laughed of the audience. The cast members wore make up that seemed to be intricate and detailed while only one of them lacked any prognostics or drawn decorations on their exposed skin. They wore costumes that appeared to have been well made for the occasion. No one could have possibly known the hours spent into making the costumes, testing make up on mannequins to determine if it would do well, and the hours spent that cast mates waiting for their entrance rehearsed their lines. All of that didn't matter. What mattered was the story that tugged in the audience into another world.

"Major West," Laura greeted the man with a smile once rounding a corner then it quickly faded as she stopped in front of the door way to sick bay.

"Why are you here?" Chris asked.

"I am just here for someone," Don said.

Chris came to Laura's side.

"You better get return to the planet before you become part of our history," Chris said. "And that someone will be planet side in a few minutes."

"I will do that," Don said. "With Smith kicking and screaming over my shoulder." Don had the Robot's red claw in his right hand while both hands were set on his hips.

"Smith is on Dragos's ship," Laura said.

"If he is up there then why are you here instead of with him?" Don asked.

Chris tilted his head all the slightest then shared a glance with his twin and turned his attention toward Don.

"To check on Gampu," Chris said.

"He is right behind these doors," Laura gestured toward the doorway but Don's eyes remained on the two in a way that was unconvinced.

"It's hard to believe you and trust when all your team have done is lied," Don said.

"If we told you the truth," Chris said. "You wouldn't like it and it would break your spirit."

"No," Don said. "It would confirm what I already knew."

"What do you know?" Laura asked.

"The planet destroys itself and the Jupiter 2 with it in the next few months because Smith gave away the Duetronium like candy to some aliens willing to pay 'dearly' for it," Don said. "The only truth that you have said is that Smith shares a really good likeness with your commander."

"But, he is the commander!" Chris said.

"He is a stowaway, a coward, but a good doctor," Don said. "Commander? No. He is not that kind of material."

"He is that kind of material," Laura argued.

"He just needed some incentive to help us," Chris said. "And use it."

"You're taking advantage of him which could get him killed but the others are concerned about him and like that not to happen much to my feelings over the matter," Don said. "Personally, I like to leave him stranded on a planet and resume the flight to Alpha Centauri, but not this way. The Robinsons would like it if it were his decision not yours."

"We didn't make any decisions for him," Laura said.

"Dangling a way home in his face counts as that," Don said. "A offer he can not refuse."

"Actually," Chris said. "Yes, he could."

"We just got light of the situation by Paul," Laura said. "Your transportation had a different console."

"You honestly didn't stop to think he would need one of you to pilot him back?" Don asked. "Or how drastically different the flight consoles would be?"

"Yes," Chris said. "Our bad on that part. Either way, he is going to be fine with Matt."

"No, he won't," Don said. "Because his flight is going to be destroyed before it can get out of this solar system."

"What makes you say that?" Laura asked.

"He knows there isn't a army to cover your way to Federation territory," Don said. "This won't go the way you want."

"If he did, he would have told us," Chris said, Laura covered her mouth with a small gasp.

"Chris," Laura said, facing him. It is very Gampu not to tell us of a certain danger for him when we could go in his place.

"Laura," Chris said. To protect his charges. . . He turned his attention toward Don. "He won't pass away so just sit back and relax at the Jupiter."

"Step aside," Don said. "And I will only after I know he is not on the bridge," their eyes met. "Don't make it any more difficult."

"He is not on the bridge!" Chris insisted. "He is in space with Emperor Dragos and in Sick Bay recovering from our rescue operation! How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"We only lied because we had to," Laura added, calmly.

Don shook his head then walked past the two.

"Major West!" Laura called.

Laura and Chris held hands then sent Don flying across the hall landing against the wall. From the background, Sunseed rounded the corner but came to a stop seeing what was happening then slowly walked back out of sight. Don propped himself up then slid up against the wall facing the twins. His friendly demeanor peeled away in layers within the passing seconds. Don charged toward the twins. The door opened seconds before the collision so Don crashed and fell to the floor. Tee Gar didn't budge from where he stood as though immune to the laws of physics. More so a living embodiment of a immovable object.

"Uh, Chris?" Tee Gar asked.

Tee Gar looked down toward the major then turned his attention on to the twins.

"Laura, the patient like to see you," Tee Gar said.

Laura's eyes brightened and she grew a smile.

"Excuse me--" Don said.

Chris put his hand in the man's way.

"No," Chris said, as a determined gaze was on his face. "Excuse me, but in the best interest of Gampu, you should stay out of this."

"Smith isn't Gampu," Don said.

"Yes, he is," Chris argued. "I am not lying to you! How can you want someone who constantly lies back and dismiss the other who doesn't lie at all?"

"Because the other one I have known the longest," Don said.

Tee Gar waved his hand in front of the panel then walked back inside the room with Laura by his side.

"Ah, Laura," came a familiar voice.

Don turned in the direction of the familiar voice to see Smith resting in a standing up right platform. There was a familiar smile with fondness mixed in apology on his face. The door closed behind the two. Don began to out reach his hand toward the panel with the red claw.

"Change your mind," Chris said, in a way that made Don pause what he was doing.

"No," Don said.

"I don't want you to hurt him," Chris said.

"The only one capable of hurting Smith is himself," Don said.

"Change your mind," Chris said, stepping forward with eyes of intent that radiated in dark energy. "Major."

"Or what? You are going to change it for me?" Don said, glaring back. "I doubt you can do it."

Don waved the red claw in front of the handle turning his attention off the younger man. Chris's eyes grew furious yet alarmed as they shifted toward the door. Abruptly there was a loud sting in his head that made Don step back. It felt like someone had slammed his head against the floor then kicked so that it landed against the wall, delivered a kick straight to the face, and pounded his head against the floor not once but multiple times. Chris stepped forward catching the red claw that had fallen out of the man's hand.

Don rubbed his forehead then looked toward Chris who seemed to be intimidating and taller. Don placed his hand against the wall feeling the stinging growing in intensity. The ground rumbled beneath his feet as everything began to shake and grow dizzy. His mind being grasped firmly with memories and personal thoughts being exposed. In the next moment, Don was standing up on his feet feeling unbalanced.

"Here is your claw, Major," Chris said, with a polite smile.

"T--thanks," Don said. "My head feels sore."

"You might want to lay down and give that head some rest," Chris said.

"Why. . . why. . . why am I here?" Don asked.

"You were here to visit Gampu in sick bay," Chris lied. "Unfortunately, he is not up for visitors. Doctor Smith however is currently busy filling the last part of his acting for us."

"I really like to meet the commander," Don said.

Chris had a nod.

"So does the rest of your crew," Chris said. "Don't they?"

"Yeah," Don said. "We are curious. A man with likeness to Smith being in charge. . ."

"It must be surreal for you to consider that ever happening," Chris said.

"Very," Don said, with a nod. "We are just very concerned about him."

"Let me guess," Chris said. "He has a tendency to get in trouble. Ones that are not in his interest."

"A lot," Don said.

"I can imagine," Chris said. "You better go back to the Jupiter 2. The academy is lifting off."

Don grew visibly alarmed.

"What about Smith?" Don asked.

"He will be heading home," Chris said. In one piece, Chris added to himself. The reply had came with belief and conviction over the matter regarding Smith's survival. "Away from the void. Payment given and his camping gear returned," he had a genuine confident smile. "He has played the role of Commander Gampu long enough."

"I guess. . ." Don started.

"I will be hearing of you," Chris said, with his hand out. "Yes, I will."

Don shook his hand.

"Goodbye, Chris," Don said, then walked away feeling a ache that was throbbing in his head. "Ow."

"Hurry!" Chris said. "Before you can't hop off and become part of our history!"

Don bolted out of the man's line of sight.

Chris closed his eyes with a sigh then reopened them turning toward the door.

He waved his hand in front of the door and waited for the door to open.

The door allowed him in to join his sibling and the small group gathered around the elder.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Chris asked.

Gampu paused, considering thoughtfully, looking toward the three.

"Once," Gampu said. "I tried. . . and will try again . . . to change history by not boarding the Jupiter at all. Not only were the Robinsons lost that time around, they were killed and I was going to spend the rest of my days in a military prison after the court martial. I can still very well could be after telling the story of the Robinsons. I considered it at great lengths what could happen this time if I tried to stop the event from happening. Thousands of officers dead and a fourth Star War being declared but against Dragos. Letting it happen and knowing it was to happen, I had to take steps to not being used as a unwarranted scapegoat. If I told my role in becoming space castaways then no one would be alive. You have lied one too many times to the Robinsons and they don't believe a word you say which is why I tried to put Stone here. That way. . . That way. . "

Gamp couldn't force himself to finish.

"Commander, would you like to finish watching the play?" Chris asked. "If the good doctor allows for it."

"That can be allowed," Tee Gar said.

"You don't have to tell them the complete truth," Laura said.

"I do," Gampu said. "I can't keep this secret much longer."

"Nurse Pablo get the wheelchair, please," Tee Gar called to the nearby nurse.

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Don was retracing his steps on high speed all the while getting the distinct feeling that he was leaving empty handed even though the Robot's claw was in his right hand. He made it to the first door then waved the claw. He made it to the second panel where the claw was waved once more. Don sprinted down the stairs watching the ground becoming distant to his eyes.

He grabbed a long piece of rock that was flat with a smooth underside that had a upwards tip. Don jumped on to the smooth rock skating down the remaining half of the stairs. The smooth rock flew up off the tip. The Robot leaned back wards getting a good view of the oncoming human then his glass head bolted up as Will and Penny were faced away sitting on a piece of boulder throwing pebbles absent mindedly.

"Warning, Major West is flying this way oncoming!" The Robot announced.

The Robot crashed into the ground with a thud while the surf board was dug into the ground.

"Ow!" Don cried.

Penny and Will looked over once the dust had settled.

"Don!" Penny said, coming to the major's side. "Are you okay?"

Don froze as it came back flooding toward him.

"No," Don said.

"What happened up there?" Will asked.

"Those twins are capable of changing minds," They looked up toward the soaring academy watching it become a distant specter in the sky. "Penny," Don looked toward the young girl. "Is the drilling spaceship still around?"

Penny turned her attention toward Don.

"Hasn't moved a inch since it was abandoned," Penny said.

The Robot waved a claw up.

"And I can't move a inch," the Robot added. "either."

Don handed the claw back to Will and lifted the Robot up to his treads then left with Penny.

"I'll be right back!" Don shot back.

Will rolled the claw back on to the Robot's empty claw socket.