"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!"
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?. . ."
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.