"Have any farewells to make before I begin conquering the past?" Dragos asked.

"No," Smith said, shaking his head. "What I can say . . . You will regret this."

Dragos grinned in return.

"I will never regret sweet victory," Dragos said. "I can always assign the task of destroying the academy after it has been built to my descendants." he waved a hand turning away from the human. Smith stepped forward with his hands rolling into fist. "Dragonship to army. Prepare to fire on any space craft and any life form that stands in the way. Send the invasive spaceships down."

Smith shook his head silently protesting against.

"And kill anyone that is found in the name of Emperor Dragos Evil," Dragos said. "Soon-to-be ruler of the Galaxy! Begin on my order!"

Dragos had a laugh.

"Dragos," Smith started. "Why did you start attacking the academy in the first place?"

"Star Command has always been my subject," Dragos said.

"Yes, but why?" Smith asked. "Of all Federation targets . . . why the Academy?"

"It was my little project," Dragos said. "A hobby."

"How did it become a hobby?" Smith asked.

"Ah, my great grand uncle started it first," Dragos said. "He was mad. Insane. Claimed that they were working to undo everything that he had done." he had a good laugh. "Them? Undoing everything? That was laughable. " Dragos had a fond smile. "Messing with them started out as something to do in his memory. But I enjoyed it, liked it, because Jason and his friends proved their worth of being the perfect enemy against me in trying to extend my rule in the galaxy."

"What was his name?" Smith asked.

"I was named after him," Dragos said, then briefly waved his hand. "That has nothing---"

"His name," Smith said, watching the man freeze. "Wasn't ordinary for your family."

"No," Dragos said, shaking his head. "I was given the name to redeem his figure. Once a promising emperor."

"It was Dragos," Smith said, snapping Dragos out of his pity. "You will fail."

Dragos tapped on the monitor.

"Begin the attack," Dragos said, giving Smith a death glare.

Suddenly the Dragonship lost power but a bit briefly and everyone was sent falling sideways to the floor. Smith fell to the ground freed of the restraint. He crawled away listening to the groans coming from the starship. Dragos lifted himself up using the console to observe a gray flickers coming from behind the moon. A single blast struck one of the fighters sending falling toward the planet twirling. Dragos watched hundreds of rounded ships in a perfect line chase after the fighters heading through the atmosphere.

They dived down heading toward the Jupiter firing in the direction. One of the saucers fired at the fighter jets damaging the hulls and the long wing blades. They were shot repeatedly sending the spacecrafts lower and lower until a inevitable crash was made on the planet feet away from the Jupiter 2 knocking over several rock structures. A blue beam came out of the individual saucers striking the cock pit areas twice then they retreated taking the fighter jets with them back toward the dragon ship then flung it at the bottom half. The empty fighter jets crashed loudly against the dark starship that was exploding by the inside. Dragos's scream could be heard coming from the bridge so the camera flew back inside.

Dragos's two minions had Smith up against the wall.

"You!" Dragos turned around. "You did this!"

"Not this time," Smith insisted, waving his hands in front of himself.

"Castleship to Dragonship," came a familiar voice from behind Dragos. "Can you read me?"

"I read you, loud and clear---" Dragos turned away to see the holographic representation of Commander Stone standing in the center of the room with his hands linked behind his back. "You."

"This ends here, Dragos," Stone said. "It is just you and me."

"No," Dragos said. "It is us and two armies."

"I realize that," Stone said. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I will win!" Dragos replied. "And you will be sorry that you chased me."

Dragos observed a smirk grow on the blue man's face.

"Surrender, abandon this attack, and board our ship," Stone said. "You are completely overpowered. You won't be destroyed or taken captive by our army should you surrender. We will make sure you get a light prison sentence in the Federation trial."

Dragos's hands were closed into fists as he approached the figure hearing his own words turned against him.

"Never!" Dragos said. "My army will decimate you,"

"A lot of scientists will be dissecting your army," Stone said, then looked over the man's shoulder and his eyes returned toward the emperor. His smirk was replaced by a firm, stoic expression. "Let go of Colonel Smith." The room trembled loudly nearly making everyone standing fall to their feet. "And we will see what we can do about that Space Drill."

Dragos stepped forward with a grin.

"That Space Drill is space lice to me," Dragos said.

"If you won't listen to me then you will listen to her," Stone said, then stepped aside.

Medusa came in to his line of sight.

"Dragos," Medusa said. "You already destroyed Star Command. What more do you want?"

The ground around the Jupiter 2 trembled.

"I want victory!" Dragos shouted. "Victory! VICTORY! VICTOOOOORRRRYYYY!"

Several fighter jets were circling a spaceship firing on it repeatedly from outside of the dragonship. They were caught in a tractor beam then the blue blue light flickered through momentarily that was gone just as it had appeared. The circular starship tossed the fighter jet into the larger starship leaving behind a explosion that swallowed a entire surface of the starship whole leaving behind charred metal and electrified wires exposing pipes that lead to different directions spilling liquid.

Medusa had a saddened look on her face then slowly shook her head.

The Robinsons were in the lab underneath the table listening to the loud sounds of crashing starships. John and Maureen grabbed hold on to each other's hands that were not busy holding the children in a group hug. The fear was able to be discerned through the looks on their faces.

"You have left us with no choice but to let your battle happen," Medusa said. "I will not be your getaway driver this time or any time after this battle. Your requested automatic transport system has been destabilized."

"You are allying with them?" Dragos asked, disgusted.

"I would be your ally," Medusa said. "But you have thrown that opportunity away. Conquering by your side has been a thrill and memorable," her eyes fluttered back at him. "This is not a thrilling experience."

"It is memorable, is it not?" Dragos asked.

Medusa shook her head, tearfully, as a sad smile grew on her face.

"For the wrong reasons," Medusa said. "I did not betray you lightly."

Medusa looked over then gave a nod so she vanished before his eyes.

"Betray me lightly?" Dragos repeated. "You betrayed me carelessly---"

The Dragonship tilted sideways sending everyone falling side ways. The goon's grip on Smith went slack then the ship tilted sideways once more sending everyone falling to the other side. There were screams coming from the starship. Smith was about to fall past the door when a hand reached out grabbing on to his wrist then yanked him forward. Smith breathed a sigh of relief and looked up to see his rescuer was Prentiss. Prentiss helped him up to his feet as the door remained open to reveal the exploding consoles to Dragos's scream. Smith took Prentiss's hand then fed with the cadet following behind him.

"Weren't you ordered to return?" Smith shouted.

"You need a pilot!" Prentiss shouted.

"A pilot!" Smith exclaimed. "I can figure out to fly a spacecraft."

"With trial and ERROR!" Prentiss replied. "You don't have time for that."

"Time, time, time, cadet!" Smith said. "Is all we have!"

There was a loud crashing sound from behind them. Smith grasped on to the protruding spikes poking out of the wall then looked on toward the cadet. Prentiss had both hands holding on to the older man's out reached hand wearing a terrified expression. Smith looked ahead contemplating how to best handle the situation. To best manipulate it before the grip on the thorn was lost and sent them off into space. His mind was racing various situation that could fit. Not floating aimlessly in space. His eyes gazed toward the white wrist watches on their wrists.

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Tee Gar was searching the crowd for the doctor. His eyes scanning for the familiar grayed figure in the blue and black variation of the officer uniform normally donned on the genuine article. He made his way down the corridor looking among the faces of the civilians and cadets for the familiar face. He flung his hand in the way of the entrance panel then went in through the doorway. Tee Gar came into the large make shift variation of sick bay that once had been a mess hall. Smith was surrounded by the children playing with adapted socks while under a barrier. Tee Gar leaned against the wall with his arms folded.

'Ah Romeo, ah Romeo, where can thou art be?'

'Thou is here!'

'Romeo!'

'Juliet!'

'Romeo!'

'JULIET!'

The children cackled.

'Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet," the dark sock with locks of dark hair shook from side to side. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy: thou art thyself, though not a Montague.'

Tee Gar and the children laughed.

'Shall I hear more or shall I speak at this?' came as a whisper.

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy,' continued the sock juliet. 'Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part. Belonging to a man.'

The sock aimed up and did a mocking variation of screeching.

The children clapped in applause.

'O, be some other name! What's in a name?' The dark sock scanned the listening intently children. 'That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes. Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name, which is no part of thee. Take all myself.'

The two socks turned in the direction of Tee Gar then toward the children.

'Thee must take a break,' sock romeo said. 'Thee needs a nap.'

"Awww," the children whined.

"Thy will be right back," sock Juliet replied then firmly nodded. 'Disperse!'

The socks fell to the table with a light thud. The children helped each other to the play section that was set up in the improvised child sick bay. Smith slipped his hands out of the gloves then propped himself up using the counter as his support up to his feet. He wore a fond smile glancing over toward the children. He turned his attention toward the man then went over to the other child looking toward the non-active monitor to a young unresponsive child that had a dangling blue antenna.

Smith gently clipped it off the stump then tugged the blanket up underneath the child's chin. He placed the antenna on to the counter in a slow, deliberate pace. He turned off the screen. He turned in the direction of the young cadet. Tee Gar checked for a pulse.

"When did you turn off the volume?" Tee Gar asked.

"Shortly before I started giving them a story," Smith said.

"Romeo and Juliet," Tee Gar said. "When I heard you were giving a Shakespeare sock play to the unwell children, I thought they were exaggerating about Earth entertainment. You told me that it's a tragic love story."

"Not from here," Smith said, tapping on the side of his temple. "They solve the problem by having a marriage of convenience between Juliet and Mercutio." The doctor had a small pause. "I have already dictated it in writing format to one of the more willing cadets and had them make several copies. I even handed quite a few to the reporters."

"Doctor," Tee Gar said, approaching the man's side.

"All of them," Smith said.

"And what did you tell them?" Tee Gar asked.

"This are historical documents that I have been keeping back," Smith said. "Which I have been. I gave them the non-children version. The right literary talents and bright minds will be appreciating my creativity." Tee Gar nodded in return. "What brings you to my bay for the recovering children?"

"Chris forgot to tell add that you are going in with a life support badge for the mission," Tee Gar said, handing the life support badge to the old man.

Smith slightly tilted his head while furrowing his brows.

"I won't need this," Smith said. "I am going in and going out."

"You just might," Tee Gar said. "It's mandatory when it comes to missions like these."

"Ah," Smith said, with a nod. "I see."

"Make sure to put it on before going aboard," Tee Gar said. "Okay, so what are you doing again?"

"I don't forget easily," Smith said.

"Just wanted to be sure," Tee Gar said, with a laugh.

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Smith turned his attention toward the corridor.

The wall panels had fallen blocking the way ahead.

The sound of electrical sparks were easily heard from this side.

The commander would likely not want to lose a cadet on his watch. No more people had to die because of Dragos. Smith owed it to the commander to do his best making sure to the best of his ability and power that a cadet didn't die when they could be saved.

Smith acted against the vacuum of space tugging the cadet away swinging him over to the edge of the corridor. Prentiss grabbed on to the corridor's edge. Smith grasped on to the thorns moving himself forward. Prentiss climbed over to the other side then yanked him over to the other side.

The two men bolted down the corridor side by side.