Play a fool nicely until the charade falls and the drill comes in
John was putting Judy to bed as the young woman had passed out of sheer exhaustion upon reaching the Jupiter 2.
Maureen was tending to the hydroponic garden when darkness fell over the Jupiter 2.
So she looked up toward the sky to see the Space Academy was flying into the distance. Debbie glanced up while perched on the chair beside the garden. John came silently out of the Jupiter 2 then looked up in the direction that his partner had her eyes set on. The darkness began retreating from the ground of the Jupiter shrinking in size leaving the bright colors of the Jupiter 2 behind. The academy soared through the clouds leaving behind a large uneven hole.
"This operates the shield systems, the inertia dampers can be disengaged and engaged from this setting," Smith instructed. "This connects to ship wide systems that are already in place no matter how old they may be," he gestured his hand off to the black screen. "This is a touch screen with plenty of windows that show what is going on every part of your starship. It connects to the central security system but the visual will be grainy in the old format such as being in black and white unlike the screen that you may be familiar to."
"I can hear what is going on?" Dragos asked.
"Yes," Smith said. "Even more than what is going on. You can hear everything not just voices."
"That is acceptable," Dragos said. "I don't need to see color."
"Not even concerned about what kind of species your enemies may be?" Smith asked, alarmed.
"I have no need to be concerned," Dragos said. "Most of my enemies are newly warp capable species."
"Some of those who liberated themselves from you and some that you gave away," Smith said, taking a step back.
"Yes," Dragos said. "I have plenty more of conquered planets to dip my hand into," he grew a cackle, his eyes on the screen, in a sinister delighted manner rubbing his hands together. "My army will be here very shortly," Smith took another step back in a silent manner. "It will be a shame that your planet will be the first in my conquest in my native universe. Ruined cities, fallen spacecrafts, the dead all over the place, and it's beauty tarnished by the invasion."
Dragos turned away from the direction of Smith.
"Do you believe that you can handle it from here, emperor?" Smith inquired.
"Hmm," Dragos said, as the academy approached the rims of outer space. "Yes," he grew a satisfied smile. "I can."
"Good luck," Smith said, then walked off toward the door.
"I don't need luck, Tamyth," Dragos said, then turned away toward the view screen. "The Space Academy! Right where I want them!"
Dragos tapped the pads of his fingers on the glowing touch screen that read 'defense systems'. The black background made the blue theme stand out more that bore a reminder of a enemy's bridge that Dragos had the opportunity to be on. He had the most opportunity to observe the heavy holographic aesthetic because when the fixtures were deactivated, it was only a dark bridge lacking windows but plenty of dark empty counters, dark walls, and a dark ceiling. It was a shame back then that he had to be in the spectacle for so long. But now it was not a shame since he was in the presence of some likeness that was drastically similar.
His fingernail tapped against the touch screen then looked back at how the machine was operated. Dragos slanted his finger up then tapped on the screen. Nothing came from the starship. He pressed the button repeatedly. The view set over to the outside of the starship to reveal glowing red balls forming on the small rounded sections of the hull lined by drilled in screwed pieces. The red blasts grew in intensity then exploded. The pattern repeated at different sections of the ship earning light damage that scarred the hulls. The ship swept from side to side in a way beaten by the energy waves. A furious scream sprang from the bridge that echoed down the corridors. The camera sped back in to reveal Dragos pressing random buttons at once only to be faced with the same result over and over.
Smith was speeding down the corridor.
Smith was flung against the wall by the turbulent nature that had been created.
His hand was gripping hard on to the padd pressed against his side.
The strange aliens in unusual long black ropes came from the other doorways.
But Smith ducked and rolled then resumed the fleeing as the aliens crashed against each other with a loud thud being slid down the hall. Smith landed to his knees dropping the padd to the floor making his way toward the familiar route. The scene changed to Dragos tapping on different parts of the 'u' shaped set of consoles. The scene returned to Smith fleeing down the flickering hall. The screen returned to Dragos to display across from him a panel exploded a fury of sparks that sent a panel flying off decorated in visible cracks. The scene returned to Smith being tackled by two creatures with horns decorating their faces lined by black fur. The camera returned to Dragos who was watching the academy pass out of view into the void.
"Noooooooooooooooo!" Dragos screamed.
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Don arrived to the space drill then made his climb up grabbing on to the rocks protruding from the hull.
"Penny, I like you to go back to the Jupiter 2 and tell your father that I will be back in a few minutes," Don said, standing on the top of the drill ship.
"Without any defense?" Penny asked.
"You saw how the laser pistols didn't slow it down the first time around," Don said. "It could be the Terminator of space for all we know. Riddled with bullets, covered in laser burns, or dents won't matter because it will keep going and it won't stop. Nothing can stop it. Not until this machine has been manually destroyed."
"It does sound like a Terminator," Penny said, then ran off into the distance.
Don turned and twisted the hatch door until it came off sideways with a single pull.
"More like a space version of a submarine," Don remarked to himself.
Don climbed into the space drill then closed the door behind him then twisted and turned the handle until it had closed behind him. Don resumed the climb down to the interior of the space drill until his boots met the floor. The major wasn't trained for manning alien space crafts for emergencies but over the past year, he had self-trained himself when it came to aliens leaving behind their space crafts and determining if their tech could be used to repair the Jupiter 2 (or adding the tech to the Robot much like the Robotiod's inside being assimilated). The cockpit was familiar to him with plenty of buttons, scanners, and gauges ranging from amount of fuel to speed. There were a series of diamonds on the ridge of the console and several levels that made it hard to determine which one was a joystick.
Fortunately for him, the one with the small diamond always stood out as the one for alien space crafts. And on the bad side, this was unfamiliar to him as it was different from other alien spacecrafts. The major sat down into the chair then scooted it forward toward the console then let go of the long red pipe object poking out of the side. Don waved his hand on a diamond then the inside of the space drill glowed to life and the diamonds glowed unique color as a warm hum filled the air. Don moved the joystick forward through the rock. He searched the buttons then pressed them at random earning strange functions in return. The window was covered in water, wiped, and cleaned. Cool air entered then was replaced by hot air. The chair began to move from side to side similar to how a bull would react when someone was riding it. The drill ship began to float out of the earth that it had fallen out then collapsed with a hard thud. Don then pressed on at a time until the drill ship began to float into the air. Luck was on Don's side for lift as the drill ship went sideways with the tip facing the sky and the other end facing the Earth.
"Let's see how this drill spins," Don said.
His finger clicked on the joystick then his back was forced against the seat as the space drill flew into the sky at top speed.
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"Who are you?" Dragos said, sharply.
The two guards had entered with a strong grip on Smith's shoulders keeping him in place.
"You must know of King Smith," Smith said.
Dragos turned toward Smith.
"I have not heard of such a character," Dragos said.
"Let me refresh your memory. Called himself by Daddy Zach. Short for Zachary Smith." Smith said. "King of the Andronicans."
Realization dawned on Dragos's face but was replaced by disbelief.
"Andronica," Dragos said. "My greatest enemy," he rolled a eye then shook his head in disdain. "The greatest but good people who allied themselves to the Federation. The wrong type of people working to take away territory."
"They are anything but good," Smith said.
Dragos snapped to attention.
"You do not know who you're talking about," Dragos said.
Smith's eyes grew big placing a hand on his chest leaning away slightly gaping.
"I have a very good idea who I am talking about," Smith said. "You want to know how they became so great? The king who turned them around was cloned from me," Dragos looked at the colonel in skepticism. "I was supposed to go as a sacrifice for a festival but Daddy Zach went in my place."
"No," Dragos said. "they would never clone a man and sacrifice him as king."
"I am that slated sacrifice that never got sacrificed like a lamb," Smith said. "Things have changed. A lot of things since his reign began."
"That man died over three hundred years ago," Dragos said. "You can't be the man who he was cloned from."
"What Earth year do you think it is?" Smith asked. "You fell for my lie, easily, and it isn't the future. Now that, I assure you."
"I do not need to know!" Dragos said. "I know everything I need to know."
"Yes, you do," Smith argued.
"It is not important," Dragos said.
"It is," Smith argued back. "It has everything to do with your battle." Smith eyed at the man then something clicked in his eyes. First it was shock, bewilderment, then it was 'oh, that is unexpected' then his demeanor changed into a cocky and confident smile. "I know something you don't."
"Hmph," Dragos said. "As if."
"Your very great grandfather is stuck on that planet. And you have the opportunity to save him. Sylar Evil, Emperor of the planet Dragonus." Dragos did not reply. The emperor was seemingly frozen where he stood facing the older man. Dragos seemed to be struck. Shock, stunned, and alarmed that Smith had known that bit of personal information. "The Earth year is 1998."
A smile grew on Dragos's face followed by laughter.
"Emperor Sylar Evil was killed successfully on a desert planet and his remains were never returned," Dragos said. Smith's demeanor changed before Dragos's eyes to that of a emotionless mask but visibly trembled in the guard's arms. "Under the prime temporal directive, I have no reason to interfere with my personal history. I have even more reason to make sure history goes the way it should. The Dragonian empire will experience a upsurge in strength! A powerful, fatal up surge to those who stand in the way!"
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The space drill soared through the cloud heading toward the direction of the void which made him go over the Jupiter. Don picked up a small screw shaped ear bud then moved it into his ear. Which is when other frequencies began to be picked up in his ear ranging in language and one very familiar language among the static. There seemed to be a familiar voice coming from it. The space drill tore through another cloud. The sky turned a darker shade of blue with every climb being taken by the space drill.
"Jupiter 2 to Space Drill," John's voice could be made out.
"Space Drill here," Don said.
"Make sure you hit one of the buildings, not the biodomes," John said. "If you do, you won't be able to get Smith out of there at all."
"Noted," Don said. "I will have to drill my way in."
"Is the drill operating?" John asked.
Don looked over observing the still tip.
"Negative," Don replied. "Working on that. Space Drill out," Don placed the ear bud into his pocket. "Okay, now, where's the drilling tip activator?. . ."
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Dragos turned away observing a flying Space Drill.
"Who might this be?" Dragos asked.
Smith visibly paled.
"Do you know who this is?" Dragos asked, again.
Smith shook his head.
"I do not," Smith said. "Possibly a visitor making a get away."
Dragos narrowed his eyes toward the colonel.
"If they are your friends," Dragos said, approaching the colonel. "You can expect that my army will destroy them immediately."
Smith briefly closed his eyes as Dragos had gone uncomfortably close so he turned his head away from the emperor bracing himself for harm. It is only when the emperor stepped back did the colonel relax and the mind numbing terror receded. Dragos pressed a few buttons on the communications console.
"This is the dragonship," Dragos said. "Surrender now and board my ship, you are completely over powered, you won't be destroyed by my army."
There was silence from the other side of the hailing and the screen remained black.
"Thankfully, your people didn't sabotage the communications," Dragos said.
Get out of here! Smith shouted, mentally, toward the space drill. Now! Before its too late, Robinsons.
It was more of a plea than a desperate shout.
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