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.

60. Determined goon

Baktok and Dragos arrived into the destroyed lab. The old fashion cryostasis pod recovered from deep space remained unused. Below it on the golden plague read Major Donald West covered in scars that nearly made it unreadable if not for squinting to see what it read. Instead of glass paneling there was paneling that was made of steel from around it, the light gray top and base stood out friendly enough that it seemed to be a curious machine beckoning in a unknown traveler.

Sparks erupted from the cieling that briefly highlighted the broken machinery decorating the floor ranging from parts to cables, circuits, twisted metal, and the corpses of goons being mangled in them. Dragos took out his collapsable lantern from a side paneling then slid it open to reveal the damaged walls, the hole that was being blocked off by several large consoles just managing to keep in place, and from around Dragos was a excess of blood on everything. Baktok wore a heartbroken look so Dragos placed a hand on his shoulder and firmly squeezed it.

"It will be better the next time around," Baktok said.

"Better and more equipped for situations like this," Dragos said. "Everything won't fall apart in the past."

Baktok nodded in return then heard a familiar melody from being activated.

"Opas!" Baktok called, as the short dwarf like creature picked up a wrist device. "Throw that away."

Dragos stepped forward.

"Opas," Dragos said. "Put. That. Back."

Opas looked up toward Dragos tilting her head.

"That is a time manipulator," Baktok said.

"I order you to deactivate it," Dragos said, stepping forward. "Hand it to me."

Opas looked toward the device then toward Dragos.

"Turn it off," Baktok said.

Dragos stepped forward.

"Don't do it," Dragos said. "Opas." He held his hand out. "Sending one person is a waste of the power."

"If you return," Baktok added. "You won't return to a present that can accept two Opas. It won't be worth it."

"Listen to us!" Dragos plead.

Opas looked toward Dragos then toward Baktok shaking her head.

"Not to me," Opas said, then pressed a button and vanished in a blue light.

Dragos lowered his hand.

"She is gone," Dragos said, then turned toward Baktok. "We might be dead."

"Not think of that now, Evil," Baktok said. "We must search for the fleet ship time passer."

"I tried it once," Dragos said. "It doesn't work."

"Evil," Baktok said. "My friend. When do you think the other half of the Dragonian army came from?"

Dragos turned toward Baktok.

"The present?" Dragos asked.

"No," Baktok said, shaking his head. "The future."

"It does work!" Dragos said. "It works!"

"I put it somewhere around here after using it . ." The two men searched among the bodies as the scene backed out moving toward the stars.