Author's Note: Special guest star, Dr. Samantha Carter

Content Warning: Violence and Mild language

Robin's Hood



Journal Entry, June 5th, 2025:

Well against my better judgment I've decided to start another entry in this thing. The last few weeks have been so long given the anticipation of finally getting the SG-1 space worthy. Oh, that's right, if anyone ever reads this they'll probably wonder what the SG-1 is. As we neared refitting Sam's escape ship from the space station, we decided a name was in order. Seeing as how the whole stargate program was started with the original SG-1 and how we all consider this a new beginning, the name SG-1 seemed appropriate.

However, as I mentioned before in other journal entries, the past seven weeks have had their share of trouble. As soon as I got the opportunity, I informed Sam of the situation of a possible Maldorian agent in our midst. We agreed that any sensitive material about the SGC or the SG-1 should be kept from all of us, including myself, until absolutely necessary. The tensions have been high as none of the rest of my team understands why it seems Sam is holding information back from us. I only hope that the completion of the refit in the next few days calms things down or else all of us may be grounded for good.

****Planet Apollo (June 7th, 2025)****

Sharp felt like he had been underneath the panel for an eternity, he was so tired. Sam had divided everyone up according to their abilities, which meant he was in charge of rewiring all of the computers to bypass the damaged systems they couldn't repair. Day after day after day, doing the same boring thing. To add to that frustration, he couldn't seem to get through a single task without at least one person complaining to him about how Sam was handling things. Today was no exception.

"I swear if she gives me one more lame excuse or hollow task to keep me busy, I'll shoot her!" Corra yelled.

"What's the problem now?" Sharp sighed, continuing the rewiring work.

"All I was trying to do was get a feel for the weapon systems," Corra explained and began pacing. "How the hell does she expect us to run the ship if she won't let us anywhere near any of the systems? I mean, outside of you, no one has even been allowed to do anything other than run diagnostics! Why is that?"

Sharp tried to sound reassuring but he was starting to get annoyed by the constant bickering, "I'm sure she has a very good reason, Luke. We all just..."

"...need to get along and everything will be fine once we leave the planet," Luke finished for him. "That's what you keep saying, but I'm getting sick of all this bullshit! We've been here for almost two months now and we don't get out of here soon, I swear I'm gonna go crazy."

"We're all feeling a little cooped up, Luke, but we've got almost all of the systems repaired or rerouted. Hell, if we're lucky we'll be on our way outta here by tomorrow."

Corra stopped pacing and stared at highest part of Sharp not hidden by the panel, the middle of his chest. "You've been saying that for two weeks now!"

Finishing the last wire connection, Sharp slid out from underneath the panel and met Corra's stare and then smiled, "But this time I mean it. Really!" Corra rolled his eyes, let out a disgruntled sigh and walked out. Sharp stood up and watched him leave. We better be underway by tomorrow, he thought as his smiled faded, or this place is gonna turn into a war zone.

A few seconds later the intercom chirped to life with Sam's voice, "Glenn, I need you to meet me in the weapons chamber."

Sharp hit the button to turn his intercom and answered, "I'm on my way, Sam." He turned to head down the corridor to the weapons chamber, hoping that the reason Sam had called him had nothing to do with Corra or any of the other members of his team. Just as he was about to go inside, however, he was blind sided again. This time by Stewart.

"Captain, Dr. Carter is being unreasonable again," Stewart just blurted out.

Taking a deep breath before answering, Sharp turned to Stewart, "How is she being unreasonable?"

"Did you know that even the historical files are encrypted?!" Stewart complained. "I mean, why do that? It just doesn't make sense!"

Sharp tried to choose his words carefully, "Chris, I'm going to talk to her right now. I'm sure there's a good reason and I'll find out what it is, alright?"

Not satisfied with the answer, Stewart left in a huff. Sharp could feel his headache coming back. It seemed to be nagging him constantly for the last month. Sharp slid the key card that Sam had given him into the reader and the door opened. Stepping inside, he saw Sam working on a machine that seemed to resemble a turret. "Please tell me we'll be off this rock by the end of the week or else I'm gonna have to start tying people down to keep them from leading a rebellion." Sam shot him a smile and a 'whatever' look. Sharp couldn't help smiling back, but added, "You know I'm right. The natives are getting restless and I think they're even getting tired of me defending you."

Sam seemed to finish whatever she was doing and closed the open panel on the device. "Well I can do you one better, Glenn. Give me about three hours to teach you how to fly this thing and we'll be out of here by tomorrow."

Sharp gave her a surprised look, "You want me to fly the ship?"

"Well unless any of the members of your team are pilots, its down to you and me and how long has it been since you've flown anything?"

Thinking for a moment, Sharp replied, "I guess about two years."

"Its been over ten years for me, and as much as I like to think I've aged gracefully, I know my reflexes aren't as good as they used to be," she reasoned to him.

Sharp shrugged, "Yeah I guess that makes sense, but how am I gonna learn how to fly a space ship in less than twenty-four hours?"

Sam walked over to one of the computer panel and brought up a picture of the cockpit on the monitor and zoomed in on the controls. "As you can see, the ship was designed with standard flight controls with which you should be familiar. The only thing you should have to worry about is getting used to flying in space as opposed to an atmosphere."

"If you say so," Sharp said taking her word for it. "Anyway, I assume if you had wanted to talk to me about piloting right now, I would have met you in the cockpit, so what's up?"

Sam grinned widely and answered, "I wanted to show you something." She walked over to the device and continued, "I've been thinking about the fact that once we leave the planet, we'll eventually have every destroyer in the vicinity looking for us."

"And this is supposed to help with that?" Sharp asked.

"This is the first working version of the Argos laser," Sam said proudly.

Obviously quite confused, Sharp took a few moments before forming his question, "I thought you said all the blueprints, research and the prototype were destroyed when the Orion Star Station was destroyed?"

Just then Sam got that look that said she figured something big out before saying, "That's what I thought for a while too, until I got to thinking about something that Chrislyn said to me before she died. She said that everything that was her was in the journal and when the time came I would know what to do with it. At first I thought she meant that I would eventually give it to Paris to help her cope with her death, but after a while I found myself reading through it to help myself deal with what happened. It wasn't long after that I noticed a pattern in the writing. After deciphering the pattern I finally figured out what she meant." Sharp could see Sam get excited as she finally explained where all this was leading. "She wasn't just talking about her personal experiences and feelings, Chrislyn had encoded the plans for the Argos laser in her journal."

"And from her journal you were able to reconstruct the entire laser?"

"Well you have to have a grasp of the physics and other the sciences involved to order to make sense out of it, but yeah."

Sharp chuckled a bit, "Glad you're on our side, Sam." Sam just smiled as she looked back at him. "Well if you'll excuse me, I have a mutiny to quell," he joked.

"Just remember," she called as he turned to walk out, "pilot's lesson, tonight."

"Yes, Ma'am," he said giving her one last look before exiting the chamber.

****Planet Apollo (June 8th, 2025)****

They had all gathered on what had been converted into the ship's bridge. Sam and Sharp stood in front of the pilot's cockpit while Davenport and the rest stood across and facing them. "Dr. Carter thought it would be a good idea if I had a few inspiring words to say before we take the ship out. After thinking about it for a few hours last night, and I had plenty of time given that I couldn't sleep, I found out that inspirational words aren't my strong point, but here goes nothing." Sharp tried to put on as serious a face as he could muster before continuing, "When I first arrived here in this time a little over four months ago, I didn't want to accept it because I thought it meant that my whole world had been destroyed and that there was nothing left to fight for, but now I realize as I have watched and lived with all of you during this time, that not only is this fight worth fighting, its a fight we can win!" Sam, Davenport and everyone else began clapping and Sharp smiled. "Now what do you say we blow this lame excuse for a planet."

"Sounds good to me, Captain," Davenport agreed and each of them took stations on the bridge.

As Corra took his place at weapons, he leaned over to Grissom who took charge of the sensors, "What the hell was that crap?"

"Beats me," Grissom shrugged. "But as long as he thinks we bought it, who cares?" Corra just shrugged and turned back to his console.

Sharp got into the pilot's seat and Sam the co-pilot's. "What the hell was that crap I just shoveled over there?"

Sam chuckled, "Well you were shoveling it quite deep weren't you?"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence there, Sam," Sharp smiled and then conducted a preflight check. Everything seemed to check out so he went to check in with the rest of the team, "All stations report in."

"Weapons and tactical, ready," Corra responded.

"Communications and primary systems are good to go," Davenport answered.

"Science stations and secondary systems are functioning normally, Captain," Stewart said.

"Sensors and long range scanners ready," Grissom finished.

Hearing Grissom respond, Sam turned to Sharp, "Looks like we're ready to take her out."

"It would appear that way," Sharp replied looking over the controls. "Strap in and enjoy the ride." He started the engines and gently pulled back on the stick to get clearance of the caves before throwing the ship into full thrust and achieving escape velocity from the planet's gravity. Sharp laughed as he caught looks of green on everyone else's faces except for Sam. "One would think they've never been flying before," he laughed. Sam joined him in the laugh and then took a look at the course they had set. "Preparing to engage hyperdrive," he said punching a few buttons.

"Course confirmed for Planet Ares," Sam responded.

Sharp punched a few more buttons, "Hyperdrive engaged." The ship made a slight jolt as they moved to hyperspeed. "ETA to planet is five hours." He took a look at the star chart and the course the ship was now traveling. Finally, he turned to Sam, "So do you think the SGC base is still there?"

"Well I'm not gonna rule it out, but you know better than anyone how much can change in ten years."

"Yeah. Speaking of which, I have no clue what half of these buttons do. What the heck is all this stuff?"

Sam grinned, and then explained, "Well, shortly after we heard about the Maldorian attack that was coming, the SGC contacted the Asguard to see if they knew anything about them. To our surprise they offered a full alliance. They said it was because we had helped them win their war against the replicators, but most of us suspected they had heard of the Maldorians before and were afraid they couldn't beat them on their own."

"So what happened?"

"Well unfortunately even with all their help we weren't able to incorporate any of their technology before the Maldorians pretty much wiped them out. I guess they figured if we joined forces they might lose so they decided to take care of them before they got a chance."

"Asguard got whooped pretty good then, huh?"

"Well the Asguard, the Furlings, the Goa'uld, and then us," Sam listed.

Sharp got an unenthusiastic look and sarcastically muttered, "Joy. Looks like we've got our work cut out of us."

Just then, Grissom's voice came over the intercom, "I've got a contact changing course to intercept us."

"That didn't take long, did it?" Sharp groaned.

"Not as long as I would have liked," Sam agreed.

"Can we outrun them?"

"Their engines are more advance then ours, so no, but we're smalled so we can try to outmaneuver them if we come out of hyperspace," Sam explained.

"Dropping out of hyperspace," Sharp immediately responded. The Maldorian destroyer followed suit and began firing. Sharp started evasive flying maneuvers successfully dodging some but not all of the Maldorian shots. The few that did hit jolted the ship severely, almost knocking Grissom and Stewart from their seats. Sharp could now feel some sluggishness in the controls and yelled back, "How bad is it back there?"

Davenport flipped on the intercom and responded, "We've lost maneuvering thrusters and one of the engines."

Taking his turn, Corra added, "Standard weapons are having no effect and the aft hull is near a breach."

Sam got up to go back into the bridge area but Sharp caught her arm with his free hand, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to show Luke how to use the Argos laser," she told him.

"Not yet," Sharp replied, "Its our one tactical advantage and I want to keep it a secret as long as we can."

Turning to face him, she argued, "If we don't use it now, it's gonna stay a secret forever, Captain." Besides the fact that she was right and that her face said she was dead serious, she had called him Captain, which meant it was in his best interest to agree. He let go and went back to flying the ship, which was rocked by two more shots.

Back on the bridge, Sam and Corra activated the laser. "Target the weapons system. If we can destroy it, it might give us enough time to escape," Sam instructed. Corra targeted the weapons and was about to fire, when they took another shot that cause Corra to bump the panel and adjust the targeting. The resulting shot from the laser instead sliced through one of the Maldorian engines, setting off a chain reaction that caused the destruction of the destroyer. But before they could celebrate, the resulting shock wave finally caused a hull breech in the aft hull, causing Sharp to lose control of the ship. The last thing Sharp saw before blacking out, was the ship being pulled toward a large volcanic planet, still light years away from their intended destination.

****Planet Hades (June 11th, 2025)****

Sharp slowly opened his eyes. He looked up to see the blurry image of someone sitting next to him and placing a wet cloth on his head. He tried to say something but found himself too weak.

"Don't try to move or talk," a female voice told him. So the person was female. This was progress. It definitely didn't sound like Sam, but it did sound familiar. He tried to focus his eyes to now get a decent image of who was tending to him. He could make out shoulder length blond hair but the rest was a blur. The woman softly touched his wrist, he assumed to check his pulse. The touch felt familiar to him as well. He listened as closely as he could when she spoke again, "Your ship crashed near our base. You were all hurt pretty badly and we brought you here to treat you. You've been unconscious now for three days. Most of the rest of your team is awake and alert. I'm having someone bring you something to eat, but I need you to just lie here and rest."

He didn't know why, but for the first time since he has arrived in this time, he felt completely relaxed and safe. He gently moved his hand to take hers and for a brief moment, his vision cleared. He eyes fixed themselves on the face of his caregiver and his heart skipped a beat. "Riley?" was all he could get out before losing consciousness again.

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Sam waited impatiently to hear about the conditions of the two members who had yet to awaken, Sharp and Davenport. She had actually gotten off pretty easy in the crash in comparison with the others. She was the first to wake up having suffered only a broken arm and a bump on the head which was not serious.

Corra was still bedridden but recovering from a mild concussion and several broken ribs, one of which had punctured a lung. Luckily for him, the people that took them in had one of few remaining skilled surgeons in their company.

Stewart had bounced back quickly, still slowed by his broken leg and unable to talk with his jaw wired shut, he was already working to see if the SG-1 could be salvaged. It would probably never fly again, but the spare parts would be invaluable to them and their hosts.

Still isolating himself from the rest of the group, Grissom chose to heal while learning as much as he could about his surroundings. He took as many liberties as were afforded him to walk around the base and in some instances did engage in short conversations with the base personnel. The doctor had told him to take it easy, given that he had some mild internal damage to his kidneys and liver from the crash, but Grissom had ignored him.

Which left Sharp and Davenport. They had the most serious of the injuries. Sharp had a severe concussion and several broken bones. The doctor had stopped any internal bleeding and the damaged organs would heal, but it would take a least a few months before he would be able to walk around on his own. Davenport was in even more serious condition. The doctor has to completely remove one of his kidneys and he hit his head bad enough that he would almost certainly have brain damage. That is if he survived. His entire body was swollen from broken bones, including a few vertebrae, and bleeding and the doctor was surprised he had survived this long.

The door to where Sharp and Davenport were resting, opened and Sam stood in anticipation and fear of what Paris Orion was about to tell her. "How are they doing, Paris?"

Paris walked up with a melancholy look and gave Sam a hug, careful not to hurt her injured left arm. "Captain Sharp was awake briefly. I gave some food to the nurses in case he wakes up again and can eat." She paused for a moment.

"And John?" Sam pushed.

"I honestly don't know how he is hanging on, Aunt Sam. The doctor says that everyday that he survives is a miracle. The longer he hangs on, the better his chances, but no one is optimistic." Sam and Paris comforted each other, both of them happy to see each other, but saddened by the news they had exchanged. Paris has thought both her mother and Sam dead for many years now and when Sam reappeared, for a brief time she had hoped her mother was with her, only to grieve her mother's death again as Sam confirmed her mother was aboard the space station when it exploded. They had shared many of these moments in the past few days and like always, there were no shortage of tears.

****Planet Hades (June 15th, 2025)****

The last four days had seemed to blur together for Robin Michaels. She had spent most of her time assisting the doctor in treating the two severely wounded men and left most of the day to day operations of the rebel base to her second in command. If anyone had asked her why, she probably could have come up with a plausible enough reason. Perhaps it was a show of good faith in return for their help the past few days. Yeah, if anyone asked that excuse would do nicely. The truth of the matter was, however, she had felt a connection with the man they called Glenn Sharp from the moment they had brought him into her base. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she found herself checking in on his condition repeatedly over the first few days. Finally, she took an active role in his treatment and care, stopping only to rest herself when the doctor ordered. She needed to ask this man so many questions and that number had only gone up when he briefly opened his eyes and called her Riley. How did he know her mother's name? Did he know what had happened to her? Was this man sent by her to reunite them? She had seen pictures of her mother when she was Robin's age. They could have been almost identical twins they looked so alike. Her mind could not help but ask if this man had mistaken her for Riley, wouldn't it stand to reason that he would have to know her mother to mistake her for her mother? He had to know her, didn't he? And so here she sat tending to him again, waiting for him to wake up and answer all of her questions.

Carefully opening his eyes, Sharp once again looked up to see the beautiful face of the one he had missed so much. Forgetting all logic and explanation, Sharp convinced himself it had to be Riley. He reached out and wrapped his hands around one of hers and smiled.

Robin had been lost in thought and the sudden movement by Sharp startled her. She quickly snatched her hand back and jumped off her chair. She stood in shock for a few seconds before composing herself once again and noticed the confused look on Sharp's face. Sitting back down she decided the best thing to do was to take his hand back and carefully explain what had happened and who she was. "Captain Sharp, everything is fine. You're are going to be ok. You've been unconscious for the last seven days. We saw you ship go down and we brought you and your team here to treat you. My name is Robin Michaels, I'm the base commander." Robin paused to let sink in what she had told him so far.

Sharp tried to process what she was saying, but it was difficult. Her voice, her face, her touch all reminded him of Riley. He just wanted to believe so bad. He let go of her hand and looked around to figure out where he was. He noticed that the room he was in seemed to carved out of what seemed to be a much smaller opening. He also began to realize how hot the air around him was. Wanting to get a better look around he tried to sit up, but a surge of pain throughout his body, prevented it.

"Don't try to move, Captain," Robin urged him. "Your injuries are serious. The doctor says you won't be walking for at least another month."

"My team..." Sharp asked with difficulty.

Robin filled him in on the conditions of his team, taking a deep breath before telling him about John. Sharp felt sick when she told him. So far all his efforts had managed to do was raise the hopes of a few people only to get them hurt or killed. He had good intentions of helping these people in return for their support. Good intentions, Sharp thought. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, someone was once thought to have said and if this place wasn't hell, it was damn close enough.

Reaching for some of the food one of the nurses had brought earlier, Robin asked, "Are you hungry?" When Sharp nodded a bit, she fed him some of it. She desperately wanted to ask him all the questions she had as fast as she could, but even if she did, he was in no condition to answer. This was going to take time. Well, she had waited seven years, what was a few more days?

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"Aunt Sam!" Paris called after Sam on her way to find Stewart.

Sam turned and smiled at her, "I think you're old enough now that you can just call me Sam, Paris."

"What? You don't like it?" Paris asked, a little hurt.

Sam saw the hurt in her eyes and shook her and chuckled a bit to reassure her, "No it's not that. It's just I'm not really your aunt."

"True, but neither was Aunt Riley," Paris replied, "but mom used to tell me stories about all her relatives, all those aunt and uncles and cousins, and I knew it was something I wanted. I had barely gotten to know them when they died and since you, mom and Riley were so close I figured it would be the closest I got to that big family. And now with Riley missing..." Paris tried to hold back tears

Wrapping her arms around Paris with a few tears of her own in her eyes, Sam told her, "You can always think of me as family, Paris. And you can call me Aunt Sam for as long as you want." Sam held her for a few more moments before taking a step back, wiping away the tears and asking her, "Now you came to get me for a reason, what do you need?"

Paris wiped away her own tears and composed herself, "Right, um, Captain Sharp is awake and Robin thought you might want to see him."

"Sure, lead the way," Sam said as if the tear filled moment had never occurred. She took Paris' hand and they walked to go see Sharp.

****Planet Hades (June 20th, 2025)****

Sharp has gained enough strength to talk and feed himself, but any movements beyond that were very painful. He relieved to know that Sam had warned the base second-in-command about the possible security problem with his team and he had seen to the appropriate security measures. At least these people would be safe from any consequences of his actions. He had made up his mind that as soon as he was well enough to travel, he would gather his team and take them through the stargate to continue his search of the planets on the list from earth. He was just finishing his lunch when Robin returned to see how he was doing. He caught himself once again staring at her and had to remind himself that she was not Riley. "I'm sorry," he apologized, "you just look a lot like someone I used to know."

"Riley Fox perhaps?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes," he answered with a rather shocked look on his face. "How did you know that?"

Robin smiled and Sharp almost melted. "Well you called me Riley when you first woke up over a week ago." Seeing the look on his face, she suddenly felt uncomfortable revealing who she really was.

"Oh, I didn't realize," Sharp started before Robin interrupted him.

"No, it's ok. I was hoping you knew her and could answer some questions."

"Well I knew her, but uh, I don't know how many of your questions I could answer."

Now it was Robin's turn to be confused, "I don't understand."

"Didn't anyone tell you where I come from?" Sharp asked with a curious look.

Robin shook her head and responded, "I haven't talked too much to your team, I've uh... been occupied with other matters."

"I see," Sharp replied and then proceeded to explain what had happened to him and who he really was. "So you see, I'm trying to find out exactly what has happened in the twenty-three years I've been gone."

"How can all of that be true?" Robin asked in disbelief. "You're from the past, before the Maldorian invasion of earth? So I guess that means that Riley didn't send you to find me." She said, greatly disappointed.

"Uh, no." Sharp admitted. "Are you saying that Riley is looking for you?"

"Actually I'm looking for her, Captain Sharp." she said looking away from him. "I have a confession to make to you." Sharp listened intently to what she said next. "Riley Fox... is my mother." The revelation floored Sharp. He knew he should be happy that she had found someone after he had disappeared, but at the same time he finally had to admit the reality that life and his love had gone on without him. He dropped his head back onto the pillow and tried to hide what he was feeling. Robin, however, noticed his reaction and asked, "You were close?"

"Let's just say, we were becoming close," Sharp acknowledged, trying to choose his words carefully.

This peaked Robin's curiosity. "You were... together?"

Sharp laughed nervously at the question. "That's a very loaded question, Robin. We had only been officially dating a few days before it happened but I know that I had been falling in love with her for months before that."

Robin asked the next question uncomfortably, "So you guys... never... um...?"

Sharp quickly tried to set the record straight, "Oh, no... no we never, uh... did that."

He could see the renewed disappointment on her face but she answered his question before he could ask it, "I'm not trying to pry into your personal affairs, Captain, but I had to know. I uh... never knew my father, and mom didn't talk about him much. Then you showed up and I felt such a connection to you..." she said before trailing off.

Sharp didn't quite now what to say. His emotions were so confused at the moment, he didn't know what he was feeling, so he just blurted out, "I'm sorry to hear that, but even if had been together, there is no way I could be your father. I can't have children."

"I understand." The long pause was uncomfortable for both of them. In just a few minutes, it felt like days had passed. The silence was finally broken as Robin got up the courage to ask him, "Do you want to hear about her?"

Sharp smiled, "I would like that very much, Robin."

"And call me Mac, all my friends do."

"Mac?"

"My middle name is Mackenzie and it's a nickname mom gave me."

Sharp chuckled a bit, "Then Mac it is." Robin joined in the laugh and an instant bond was formed.

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"Hey Mac! I'm sorry I haven't written you in a while, sweetie. We've had to step up glider maneuvers to get all the new pilots up to speed, so I haven't had a lot of free time. I got your last letter and I'm so proud that your team won the volleyball championship! I wish I could have been there. I do have good news though. Guess where we're gonna make our next maintenance stop! That's right! We'll be in orbit in a few weeks and we'll get to spend some time together. It took a lot of convincing to get Captain Ming to agree, but I miss you so much, there was no way I would take no for an answer. I can't wait to see you and how much you've grown. I really miss you a lot. Tell Uncle Johnathan I said hi and I'll see you soon. I love you."

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Robin took the recorded letter out of the strange looking computer. "That was the last time I heard from her. We waited for her ship, but it never arrived. Not long after that we had to evacuate through the stargate because the Maldorians were attacking. I never knew what happened to her and she didn't know where we went. I've been looking for her ever since."

Sharp took her hand, gently pulled her close and hugged her. "I promise you that before this is over, I'll find out what happened to her. For both of us."

Almost as if it had been scripted, Johnathan Tainn, the second in command of the base, ran in, "Mac! We just a strange transmission from the Ares sector."

Robin turned toward him before responding, "What kind of transmission?"

"You're not gonna believe this, but it's a distress call... from Colonel Riley Fox."

****To Be Continued in "If Thy Right Eye Offend..."****