The Robot wheeled through the corridors littered by the recovering cadets in makeshift beds and lawn chairs. Some of the cadets were waiting to be further treatment on their wounds or waiting for their dressing to be changed. The Robot stopped in his tracks wheeling in the way of the operation room. Lisa and several other cadets stepped back. Gampu took off his gloves with his head lowered then turned his attention on to Tee Gar who was trying to get a heart beat. Tee Gar was charging the sticks up again then doing another. The body leaped up against the makeshift table then collapsed with a thud. It happened again and again. There was a pained look on the Commander's face observing the desperate young doctor. Gampu took Tee Gar by the shoulder drawing his attention.

"Tee Gar," Gampu said, softly. "She is gone."

"Five more minutes, Commander," Tee Gar said, his voice shaky. "I can bring her back."

"That is enough," Smith said, sharply. "Doctor Soom."

Tee Gar looked toward the older man as though he had been chastised. Don't beat up a corpse. Gampu let go of the man's shoulder. Gampu looked at the young man, sadly, as the loud high pitch wail echoed in the room.

"Time of death. . ." Tee Gar started. "Seven thirty three AM."

Gampu pat on Tee Gar's shoulder.

"You did all that you could," Gampu said, sincerely then turned away to face the Robot then dropped his gloves into the recycle bin.

Tee Gar's hand rolled up into a fist then smacked the table quite loudly leaving a circular shape behind.

He placed his hand under the makeshift bed then closed his eyes and gathered his strength then punched it back into form. Tee Gar turned away from the deceased moving toward the sonic sink. The sink cleaned off the blood from his hands. Like everyone, he was trained for in the field and treating complete strangers. But the academy was home. Home that had been attacked. People that he had known were dead but this cadet was someone that he had known personally like a sister. He turned toward the doorway to see Smith speaking to the unusual machine rather softly.

"Doctor Soom?"

Tee Gar looked toward Cadet-but-actually-a-nurse Tomson and noticed that she had a burn on the side of her face.

"Andrea, what happened to your face?" Tee Gar asked, alarmed.

"Oh, this?" Tomson asked. "This is a birth mark. Don't you remember?"

"Yeah," Tee Gar said. "It looked like you had a burn."

"I have been getting that lately a lot," Tomson said. "The staff would like you to be outside for a few minutes. . ."

"I understand," Tee Gar said, then walked out of the makeshift room taking along his medical gear. "Commander, who is this?"

Smith turned toward Tee Gar.

"What is this," Smith corrected. "He is B-9, the metal clump of noodles, a boobed glass on a brainless machine, and a big sack of poop on cosmic storm days."

"Glad to meet a friend of the doctor," Tee Gar said, holding his hand out.

"He doesn't shake hands, normally," Smith replied, Tee Gar withdrew his hand.

"We are not friends," The Robot replied. "I am only here to asses the danger of this situation."

Smith rolled a eye with a scoff.

"Don't worry about us," Tee Gar said. "We have our danger neutralized."

"What about the deceased cadet?" The Robot inquired.

"Damage finally fell during a restart of the systems," Tee Gar said. "We got the equipment to make the repairs."

"Just how much repairs is needed?" The Robot inquired.

"We are using the planetoid's material," Tee Gar said. "You won't notice that we are here."

The Robot bobbed his head up with a kachunk.

"I believe that we will notice," The Robot said. "And those alien visitors? What if they try to take civilians?"

"They will fail," Smith said.

"There are people like you prone to being summoned by a flute or a noise," the Robot said. "And getting out the ship without anyone realizing it," the Robot shifted toward Tee Gar. "I implore you to create a energy field surrounding the ship that cannot be deactivated without approval from the current captain."

"The current captain is somewhere in the Rochester star cluster waiting for a rescue," Tee Gar said. "You got a good idea but that would mean . . ."

"I am not the man in charge of him," Smith said.

"If you like, you can be the guard," Tee Gar offered, the Robot's head bobbed down.

"Negative," the Robot said.

"We would have machines guard all the doorways leading out," Tee Gar said. "But we don't have that and we don't have the time or the luxury to use our resources. What we do have is a series of doors that open and close to the outside door in its emergency separation protocol. Only authorized personnel are allowed in," he narrowed his eyes toward the Robot. "And how did you get in?"

"I waved my claw," The Robot said, waving his red claw a bit briefly and away it went back into the shell.

"But you're not authorized personnel," Tee Gar said. "Did you hack it?"

"Negative," The Robot said.

"All robots are programmed to lie at some point," Tee Gar said. "They are only human. Just tell the truth."

"That I am not!" the Robot bobbed his head up. "I was not programmed for that. And I am telling the truth."

There was a knowing look on Smith's face who then leaned forward and made several alterations.

"I am a horsehoe crab," came a more familiar mixed voice of a child and a man from the Robot.

"Ooops," Smith said.

"Do you want to build a sand man?" That was Peepo's typically child voice.

Tee Gar was silent as he glanced toward Smith and back to the Robot as though something had occurred to him. Smith was fighting back snickers himself from the amusing change in the Robot's tone. The older man deleted the small interruption in the Robot's memory then reattached the energy pack to his side. The Robot placed a claw on the side of his glass head in a rather human like way rather. One and one came together as memories of Peepo in the field came through momentarily. The Robot and Peepo were the same. If that were true. . . His eyes slightly widened taking in a different view of Smith. No longer as a stranger but someone that he knew still growing in development and not as wise. A younger variation of the commander in all respects.

He is the commander. Blue Team 1 was actively part of history. This was the life that the commander once lived and is living in. A life before a scientific phenomenon that changed him in unique ways including his brother. The story that Loki had told about this being the first planet the Jupiter 2 had crash landed on was not just the end but a beginning to a new story. One in which Smith was currently acting as a secondary character while everyone was in lead starring roles. That knowledge didn't change how he would interact with the older man.

"Would you like to help me treat some patients, doctor?" Tee Gar found his voice.

"I don't have anything else to do," Smith replied, with a pleased smile in return then drew a familiar glare toward the Robot that was unlike the one normally from Gampu. "And you return to the ship, you nosy nostril noodle computer."

"Bawk, bawk, bawk," the Robot chirped. "Bawk, bawk, bawk."

Tee Gar was resisting back laughter watching the Robot turn away then stream down the hall between the cadets. The Robot took a left turn vanishing out of the view of the men. Tee Gar let go of a small laugh. It made sense now why Gampu had requested that Tee Gar be assigned to Blue Team 1. It made even more sense why Chris was assigned. Why everyone was assigned to the team. It made Tee Gar wonder if he had met Adrian or Professor Sunseed, yet. Speaking of who, he had to forewarn the professor regarding their predicament sometime when apart from the doctor. Loki, however, was a case of kindness and care from Gampu. That was very certain for Tee Gar. It would have been a very unique situation had Chris and Loki played a important role in defeating Dragos. And it very much likely would be. He just didn't know how unique it was.

"Let's treat our patients," Tee Gar said, turning his head toward Smith.

"I like the sound of it, Tee Gar," Smith said, with a nod back. "I get the left and you get the right."

"I call dibs on the last patient," Tee Gar said, as Smith went in and was handed a medical case and returned to his side. "After you."