Let it breathe, let it breathe, let it breathe for the space cadets

by TFALokiwriter

Graduation day for blue team one finally arrives. But it is a day sends them down into a desperate road to keep people alive. That forces others to make sacrifices of their own to help them. Sacrifices that the Robinsons are all too familiar almost a year on Priplanus. Sacrifices to save everything they hold dear when it comes to facing someone like Emperor Dragos.

52. Space drill

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.