"Commander Gampu report to Academy Control," came the announcement as Chris was about to speak.

Gampu stood up from the chair then quietly made his way down the stairs away from the upper section of the gymnasium.

"I am Christopher Gentry," Chris said.

Gampu turned from the doorway looking on proudly toward the cadets. He was going to miss them the most.

"Laura's brother," a sea of laughter erupted from the seats. "And I got a story to tell you about Laura." Gampu waved his hand in front of the panel then turned his attention off to the opened doorway and walked out. The large door closed behind him. "The best twin sister a brother could ever have--"

Gampu made his way down the corridor. He went over in his mind what had to be done to make sure that everything went to plan. His mind drifted off to the academy and the cadets. The cadets were going to face the most stressful event of their lives. They were going to excel at it. Thrive in it so well that it meant they were ready to serve on any kind of ship in the far reaches of space. They were ready for the next step in their careers. They were capable of working together for the greater good of others. Gampu made his way into Academy Control to see Parsafoot in front of the space monitor wearing a grim expression on his face that was unnatural on him.

"Professor," Gampu said, concerned. "what is the matter?"

Parsafoot gestured Gampu closer.

"Dragos is headed this way with a army," Parsafoot whispered, once Gampu was by his side. "A big one."

"Just how. . ." Gampu raised his eyebrows. "big?"

"Battle Control big," Parsafoot said. "Maybe even larger than that. Overwhelmingly."

"Dragos doesn't have enough allies for that," Gampu said, skeptical.

Parsafoot pressed a few buttons on the console then gestured toward the space monitor.

"Here," Parsafoot said, softly.

Gampu had a eye on the professor then lowered his gaze toward the screen. The army was larger than what Don had described in the video. Gampu's eyes momentarily grew big but his confused expression turned into a grim one that matched Parsafoot's. He had to follow protocol when it came to matters regarding this. The atmosphere grew heavy around them with dread settling in. It was eerily calm before the storm. It reminded Gampu of The Battle Of Vega. Everything was still, chills going down everyone's skin, tense feelings coming over, and slightly being unnerved staring at the planet ahead. Because they all knew they were about to face the biggest threat there ever was. The battle to live.

"Professor," Gampu said, looking toward Parsafoot. "How long has this been expected?"

"Roughly a hour," Parsafoot said. "Out of three drifting Starfires, I can bring in Jason and Sam's Starfires to the loading ba---"

"We have thirty minutes to spare," Gampu cut off Parsafoot. "Evacuation is the only thing we can do."

"We are not giving them a fight?" Parsafoot asked, bewildered.

"We are out numbered," Gampu said. "We have to think about the cadets."

"That doesn't mean we should stop fighting to live," Parsafoot said. "What if I go in and throw out Tee Gar's inventions that tend to backfire? I know I will need help so Sam can help me with that."

"Professor," Gampu said raising his voice drawing some attention toward him. "Get to the gymnasium and attend their graduation," he lowered his voice down then everyone returned to what they were doing. "They will need the next Deputy Commander in line to lead them."

"No, no, no," Parsafoot said. "I am---I---I came here to teach not lead," Gampu leaned against the console rubbing his forehead. "I can't run away."

Gampu lowered his hand down to the console.

"If you went out there to help them in your Starfire then you may not come back," Gampu said, raising his head up toward the professor. "The cadets need a deputy commander."

"The cadets need a commander not a professor to lead them," Parsafoot said. "I am just a teacher. I wish I could help you."

"You are helping me," Gampu said. "Those are my orders."

"Commander," Parsafoot said. "if I don't come back--"

"You will, Professor," Gampu interrupted him. "It's dangerous. These are things you come right out of around here."

"I have Jason to thank for that," Parsafoot said. "I guess I do." he had on a bright smile then replied, "Oraco." back to Gampu.

Parsafoot turned away then walked toward the door but stopped short, shifting in Gampu's direction.

Parsafoot gave a salute.

Gampu nodded in return watching the Professor then observed his departure and turned toward the space monitor. The army was getting closer. The battle was going to start in the next twenty to thirty minutes. Thirty minutes happened to be the amount of time it would take for the speeches to end. Then five minutes later the actual graduation would start. Gampu carefully considered his plans. The space crafts had their weaknesses at best so did the Dragonship. Getting this to end peacefully was off the table. The defense had to be plotted carefully. His moves decided the fate of thousands of cadets and civilians. There were families aboard the Space Academy. It pained him to throw innocents into The Battle of Duo Lunas.

Gampu looked up watching the Starfire 4 fly into space just as he had predicted.

"Jason, we're all counting on you and your friends," Gampu said. "Don't make me go to Battle Control mode today."

Make me go into battle mode, Gampu plead, Please, don't fail me now.

Gampu watched the return then the starfires fire out of the docking bay and engage in the battle from the space monitor with interested eyes.

"Danger!" Peepo announced, drawing everyone's attention. "Danger! Dragos Evil is preparing to launch a attack!"

The cadets looked toward Gampu who turned from the space academy.

"Remain calm, cadets," Gampu said, watching all the cadets body language ease. "This is being handled by Jason," he looked toward Peepo. "It may not happen at all."

"I have computed that it may not happen the way he wants it!" Peepo announced, coming closer to Gampu.

"Having too much faith in your dark computations will give you a bad outlook on life," Gampu said. "Mind your concerns and you won't lose your friends."

Gampu watched the army come closer to the academy making his heart drop. He couldn't hear what Peepo was saying while absorbed into his own world. Gampu counted the number of ships in the space army. It had decreased to the level that had been told. It was going to be alright. It was going to be alright. It was going to be alright. The space army was going to handle this. He was frozen in shock that it was going to happen.

Everything was going his way. Not the way it usually went in the favor of the pilot of fortune and his friends. He watched the army grow big and bigger before his eyes. Abruptly, the space monitor exploded at the exact same time that the academy trembled sending cadets falling to the ground from wherever they were around campus. Gampu fell to his side before a cloud of smoke that had erupted from the machine and floated off the console. The commander landed in front of Peepo then had a small groan.

"Activate . . . mandatory . . . planetoid separation," Gampu commanded, as the academy trembled around him as he propped himself up trembling.

Gampu used Peepo to hoist himself up including the edge of the console and the lights had gone dim behind him. Electricity cackled from the cieling above him as the cadets in the room helped each other up to their feet in the newly settling in chaos.

"Oraco!" Peepo announced. "Working!"

Gampu held onto the console keeping him in place.

The side of his face was still burning from the sudden explosion from the space monitor.

"Professors, please escort cadets to mandatory evacuation locations," Gampu announced. "Professors, please escort cadets to mandatory evacuation locations." the pain from what was surely a stinging burn was numb to him. "Professors, please escort your cadets to mandatory evacuation locations."

The room became highlighted in a red hue as he repeated the order.

From behind Gampu appeared a comfy chair with buttons appeared at the center and cadets fled Battle Control.

Gampu watched the cadets flee out of the room in what was slow motion to him from all around.

"Civilians remain in the gymnasium,

Classrooms became packed with cadets running into them.

"Civilians remain in the gymnasium,"

The parents of blue team 1 held hands tightly looking over toward each other uneasy while Loki looked up seeing through the decks.

"Civilians remain in the gymnasium,"

The last of the cadets left Battle Control.

"Academy Control has changed to Battle Control," the words echoed through the empty corridors. "Academy Control has changed to Battle Control," The last cadet came into quarters that had a open door that closed behind them. "Academy Control has changed to Battle Control."

Gampu turned toward Peepo.

"Peepo," Gampu began. "go to the gymnasium and program their trajectory toward the void."

"That means separation, Commander!" Peepo acknowledged.

Gampu winced, making his way toward the chair.

"I am quite aware," Gampu said, Battle Control trembled around him. "We must think about their survival."

"Oraco!" Peepo said, turning around.

Peepo floated out of the room.

He turned away then closed his eyes, regretfully, slowly moving away from the console letting his fingers slide off the console with reluctance. Gampu sat into the chair pressing buttons. The rounded section surrounding the center consisting of consoles slid down into the floor replaced by a red railing. Gampu looked toward the firing army as the academy trembled. His eyes full of determination. He was going to give Will a happy ending. He was going to give the Robinsons a proper ending that wasn't born from pain or a cruel scientist experimenting on them.

"Firing lasers on the dragon squadron," Gampu announced, pressing on a red button.

Laser fire came from Battle Control firing at the dragon squadrons sending them flying out of the way then fire in return.

"Battle Control to Starfires 2, 3, and 4," Gampu said, his fingers pressing on the yellow button. "Professor, Sam, Jason, can you read me?"

His eyes searched the stars for their floating utterly useless starfires.

"Please answer," Gampu saw the floating starfire drift in the way of the screen. His heart sank. He was the only one capable of protecting the cadets at the moment. "Battle Control out."

The red and black doors opened behind Gampu.

Gampu turned in the direction of the doors to see who it was.

"Peepo!" Gampu said, shocked. "What are you doing here?"

"Battle control needs a pilot and a navigator, not just a soldier, Commander Gampu," Peepo said. "separation program has been executed."

Gampu turned toward the large screen as battle control trembled and sparks erupted from the station in front of him.

Rows and rows of the armies were being destroyed as the evacuation went into play until they were two distinct parts of a planetoid.

Gampu stood up then slowly approached the viewscreen in front of the severely damaged consoles and the screens were struggling to remain powered.

It was painful watching the planetoid float away on the viewscreen as the front half was drifting away taking the aggressive dragon squadron. It shouldn't have been necessary to let it happen this way, but it was.

He had seen utter devastation many times but this time, Gampu wasn't going to see that happen today. He was small compared to the large asteroid facing a certain road ahead of him. Losing his career, his reputation becoming tarnished, his legacy stained, and friends in commands walking away from him. What he was going to lose two weeks from now was small compared to what he was gaining three hundred years ago. It was worth all that loss to gain something better.

The small, installed lights on the buildings were flickering before his eyes among the darkness. The light gray metal became dark momentarily before his eyes. He watched the city in the dark grow small before his eyes. How he wanted to tell blue team one that it was going to be alright. Long as they stuck together with hope for another tomorrow. He had seen it happen and knew everything was going to be alright for them. They were a small lantern falling in the dark away from what they knew falling toward the abyss. Gampu watched the other half vanished into the void that reflected the front half of the academy.

They were safe. All of them were safe. Even Loki was in safe hands.

"And they will live again," Gampu said.

"Who will live again?" Peepo asked.

"The Robinsons," Gampu said, as the front console lowered down replaced by a railing that extended from around him with a simple click.

"That does not compute!" Peepo announced.

"We are changing history," Gampu looked down toward the machine. "That should compute."

"You made a time warp," Peepo said. "You were never intending to destroy it."

"I did," Gampu said, nodding his head. "Are you okay with having more time with your friend Will Robinson?"

The upper station slid down replaced by the primary front railing that connected with the rest.

"Affirmative," Peepo said.

Gampu closed his eyes then his shoulders lowered and his mind set at peace sitting down into the chair.

"Danger, Commander Gampu!" Peepo waved his arms in the air and drifted from side to side. "Danger!"

Battle Control trembled then the lights went out around him.

"Let's give Dragos the thrill he wants," Gampu looked up, defiantly, with a confident smile in the dark as the lights from the stars from far away highlighted his face in a gentle blue shade. "Peepo, set a course."

"Any that you have in mind?" Peepo asked.

Gampu looked down toward Peepo.

"Any course will do, dear old friend," Gampu said. "We must distract them."

"Oraco!" Peepo replied.

From space, the lasers were fired at the dragon squadron and the armies drew away from the void chasing after the vessel.