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.

57. Loss of gravity

The men made their way down the corridor. They were forced to come to a stop a spinning large spaceship came tearing through their way. Smith was the first to be sucked toward the hole trying to reach his hands out to objects that were in the way. Prentiss stabbed the pipe into a hole in the neighboring wall. Smith clung on to the cable dangling in the hole while loudly swearing. The starship suddenly turned upside down taking the two men with it sending Smith to crash land on Prentiss then they were sent falling down the cieling loudly screaming holding on to each other.

The ship rolled over and over and over sending the two flying falling down different corridors with the space drill running behind them poking holes. Debris was falling down the halls as were several of Dragos's goons that inhabited the starship. Pens, chairs, tables, and small technology was flying in the air. Some of the tools hit the falling goons. A pen crashed into the eye of a goon making them scream. Smith was hit on the side by the side of a panel that stopped him from screaming but it was Prentiss who didn't stop screaming. The falling came to a stop by a corridor that split into two that left them dangling like precious packaging. Prentiss panted. The long cable around the cadet's waist below his stomach was keeping him still.

"Colonel?" Prentiss called. "Are you alright?"

There was no reply.

"Colonel!" Prentiss shouted.

There was still no reply.

"Colonel!" Prentiss shouted. "I don't know how the academy can stand two look alikes in the same place!"

There was yet again no reply from Smith.

"Colonel!" Prentiss hollered.

There was nothing.

Please don't be dead, please don't be dead, please don't be dead, Prentiss prayed.

Prentiss lifted himself up using the long cable until came over to the edge. The rolling had stopped for the starship for the time being. He climbed on to the edge that acted as a floor beneath his boots. He picked up the man and swept a arm around his shoulder then made the walk on. He found one of Dragos's goons impaled on a long pipe straight in through the chest. Some of their unique blue blood was dripping down the pole. Prentiss shuffled past the corpse praying to the space gods that he was going the right way. He had to come to a stop just to rest himself leaning against the wall. In the red hue, the tucked in and rolled up sleeve had been bled through. He slipped his finger in then slipped it back out to determine if it had stopped. It was still bleeding.

Prentiss tore off the right sleeve to his cadet uniform then rolled it up into a ball and replaced the stained fabric. He tightened the wide fabric against his waist against his red shirt. He dropped the old, stained fabric to the floor then helped the fallen man up to his feet placing a hand over his shoulder once more to head for the hangar bay. Wherever it was for that matter. Prentiss couldn't be sure anymore since they had fallen so fast and so quickly even gone in so many different passageways. It would have been impressive if they had fallen into the engineering deck by sheer accident. They couldn't have fallen that far away from the passageway leading to the hangar bay.

"Who could be manning that Space Drill," Prentiss said. "Couldn't have been part of the army. . ." he looked both ways before taking a random turn. "I got it!" He snapped his fingers. "Chris and Laura asked for the army to get some back up. That's why they left!" there was a long pause. "Just for one lousy Space Drill? Can't be unless it's very difficult to destroy. . ."