The space suits were unique and different from the ones that Penny had imagined. The suits were sprayed onto the Robinsons in the suit generator. It was dark gray with cracks being covered in orange. Then the suits of armor was applied to her body. The suits had strange devices on parts of her body. She heard the click of the activation from around her. Penny staggered forward feeling she was trapped in a very tight suit of armor. She coughed placing her hand onto the console. Judy came to her side then patted her back.

"Breath, Penny," Judy said.

"I am breathing," Penny said. "This. . . was so not worth it."

"Look at me, I'm Ironman!" Will said. "With my own suit."

Judy looked over toward her sibling with a smile.

"It looks perfect on you," Judy said.

"I am sooo cool," Will said, then he walked around in circles checking out the additional technology. "Look at this tech!"

Judy laughed as Penny regained her breath.

"The horrors of being interested in cool," Penny said, then glared over toward her brother. "You're making me feel sick checking yourself out like that."

"What?" Will asked, as he stopped. "Not my fault you don't enjoy your personal beauty."

"I do!" Penny said. "I just feel like I am not me in this stupid suit."

"You'll be out of it in a hour," Judy said.

"Good riddance," Penny said.

"Hey, at least we don't have any differences between uniforms," Will said.

"Take that back!" Penny said. "I feel like I have bigger breasts because of this."

"Your breasts look perfect," Will said. "And it does feel heavy on me," Will attempted to solve a itch on his beck by rubbing himself against the corner of the wall. "Aaaaah, this is satisfying," his pleased look was replaced by curiosity. "Wow, this feels comfortable."

Penny turned her attention off Will toward Judy.

"This is perhaps the worst time his dweeb side can come out," Penny folded her arms as Will took his back off the wall.

"Look on the bright side of this," Judy said, placing a hand on the younger's shoulder. "At least he is not making fun of you."

"I am suppose I am on the bright side of things," Penny said.

"Children," Maureen called.

The three young Robinsons came after the direction of Maureen and John. A strange man joined the group in a similar outfit as they were. The new young arrival pressed a button with a couple of his fingers into the gel then reached his hand back. The rounded, transparent elevator slowly climbed up. Will and Penny looked around in awe at the factory floor where there were thousands of Jupiter's being constructed. Will gasped in awe. Penny leaned over the railing with big eyes while her mouth hung open. Several of the spaceships seemed to be nearing completion from the distance.

"Major Don West," Don said, with a smile and held a hand out for John. "I'm your pilot."

"Glad to have you aboard, Major," John said, shaking Don hand. "I think we are going to get along just fine," he looked off toward the growing small contraption. "Hopefully we don't have problems."

"Global Sedition hasn't struck, yet," Don said. "So I wouldn't put it past them to have a problem during flight."

"Too busy trying to decide which Jupiter to hit," John said. "they have more problems than we do."

"And what is that, Professor?" Maureen asked.

"Deciding the right person to stab everyone in the back," John said, looking up.

Flake was preparing to leave the facility when he saw the stone faced general. His heart sank at the thought that he was caught. Then relief crashed over. It was going to be over, through and through, caught red handed. He looked over in the direction of Swimmer who was joining the group of engineers being escorted by women in dark suits. He turned his attention onto the General with a surprised look written on his face.

"General Goddard," Flake said, surprised.

"Let's talk alone," Goddard said, bringing along the man to a empty hall.

"Is this about the repairs that we have done?" Flake asked.

"No, no, no," Goddard said.

"Is it about a saboteur among our mists?" Flake asked. "We finally found one?"

"Yes," Goddard said.

"I didn't know," Flake said. "Someone that stupid. . ."

"We are doing interviews right now to find the mole," Goddard said. "Got a tip that someone planted explosives somewhere aboard the ship."

"Can't you remove them?" Flake asked.

"Without alarming the Robinsons and finding the explosives in time, I don't think so," Goddard said. "The least we can do is find the culprits behind it and make sure they are prosecuted to hell."

"And if they are standing right in front of you?" Flake asked.

"I rather they be on that ship," Flake nodded.

"Understood," Flake said.

"Besides, they wouldn't have a future here. Family disgraced, property taken away, and be unable to have a job on this planet," Goddard said. "You're not the traitor, are you?"

"No," Flake said. "I'm not."

"Good," Goddard said, patting the man's shoulder. "You'll be the last for the interview and make sure you're on time."

"I'll be there," Flake said, with a nod.

"You better be," Goddard said, then walked away from Flake with linked hands and a smile on his face. Flake pressed his back against the wall.

"Backstabbed by my employers," he briefly closed his eyes and reopened them. "How typical." Flake speed walked in the opposite direction from Goddard.

A/N Just a heads up in case you are wondering, Smith makes a memorable entrance (I am betting on this) after Flake makes his exit several chapters in. Let's just say, that Smith's entrance features a desert.