Author's Note - I'm actually excited about the direction this is going, and am actually looking forward to what's inshore for our ragtag band of misfits!

Without my muse, I am nothing.

Theme Music : "Apocalyptic" by Halestorm

Disclaimer - Voltron and all associated characters are the property of WEP. Space Marshall Lenora Hawkins and associated characters are the property of KathDMD. Admiral Lysette Fabrere and associated characters are the property of selena devargo.

Episode 122 : "From Alpha to Omega – Part I"

The team were in the Control Room keeping an eye on the monitors when Tetsuya walked in. They turned to look at him.

"Well?" Aidan asked.

"I don't think she did it," Tetsuya replied.

"How do you figure?" Aidan asked.

"She may not have said it outright," he replied, "but from the conversation I had with her, I really believe she wasn't involved."

"Then who else?" Aidan asked. "She's the only one on the base with a motive and access."

"Commander," Tetsuya said, "the Derinja, just like the Drules, are bound by a code of honor. It may not always go hand in hand with loyalty, but their honor is everything to them. She refuses to tell me anything about the incident because she feels she would be breaking that code."

"Code or not," Kelly said, "she's hindering the investigation if she is hiding information, regardless of her motives."

"I know, Admiral," Tetsuya replied. "That's why I'm going to try and conduct the investigation personally."

"But you're not on the Garrison payroll," Aidan said. Tetsuya shot him a dirty look.

"Believe me, Commander," he replied, "I'm absolutely glad I'm not on your payroll." The two locked into a stare. "I'm going to find out who did this before they strike again." He walked out of the Control Room.

"Real smooth, Dalloway," Morgan said.

"Can it, Feld," Aidan replied. "I'm going to conduct a little investigation of my own." He stormed out of the Control Room as well.

"How do you deal with him?" Morgan asked Lisa.

"Up until the pregnancy," she replied, "large amounts of alcohol. For now, idle threats brought on by hormone imbalance." Morgan shook her head in confusion as they all returned to their work.

Lieutenant Centa looked up as her current First Officer entered the room.

"Report," she said.

"We should be within range within the hour," he replied. "The ground troops are ready to deploy, and robot tanks and fighters are standing by. From what we have been informed from your spy's reports, the Voltron Force has not detected us yet."

"Good," she replied. "I want you to launch the attack as soon as possible. I want to take advantage of the situation while we still have the element of surprise." She tapped a few buttons on her console. "If they should send Voltron to stop us, I want you to personally pilot the robeast."

"Me?" he asked. "Surely that is a robot's job…"

"Are you saying my First Officer is too incompetent to operate a robeast?" she asked angrily. "Are you saying the First Officer of MY command ship is afraid of and cannot possibly defeat the Voltron Force?" He swallowed.

"It would be an honor to pilot the robeast," he replied, "and a privilege to be the one to defeat Voltron."

"That's what I thought," she replied with a smirk. "Prepare for our arrival."

"Yes, Lieutenant," he replied, saluting her, then leaving. She pressed a button to lock the doors, then spun around in her chair and brought up a viewscreen.

"The Omega Comet," she said softly, staring at the object on her viewscreen. "Travelling at velocities far greater than any ship in the fleet, with the power to tear planets apart with it s gravitational pull. A witch once used its power to tear Voltron into five pieces using its destructive force." She keyed in something on her datapad, and the screen changed, showing notes from Twyla's logs, and a map of the Terran system. "And all this time under our noses, the Commander stumbled onto the secret of temporal movement." She squinted as she read the logs again. "A failure is merely a setback. An attempt is merely a test run." She smirked. "When I harness the power of the vortex for my own, the very fabric of time itself will bend to our will. Her Excellency and I will make the universe our own, and restore not only the Derinja, but the entire Empire to its former glory!" She smiled as another image appeared on the screen…a mechanical engine very similar in design to the device found aboard Captain Mongo's ship years earlier….the Temporal Manipulator.

General Dari sat up and looked at the door as a figure walked into her cell. She sat still until who she saw who it was, then immediately rose to her feet, her blood boiling.

"We meet again, General," he said.

"Stop wasting your time, Commander," she snapped back. "I'd rather slit my own throat than talk to you."

"Then don't waste my time and admit that you did it," he snapped back.

"Foolish, arrogant human chasing after your own tail," she replied. "You and your precious 'Alliance' know nothing of honor."

"Your idea of honor is slitting the throats of humans," he growled. "My life and the lives of everyone on this base, on this PLANET mean nothing to you."

"That's not true," she snapped.

"You call us humans arrogant," he said, "but you disagree that the planet means nothing? Which is it?"

"Just one," she snapped back. "The rest are like you. You treat us like dirt and expect us to trust you? No…you're too full of yourself to care about anything."

"You know what," he finally said in frustration, "we're gonna find out what happened, with or without your cooperation. And when we do prove it was you…" He grinned. "…I'll be the one to personally hand you over to Garrison Authorities." He turned and left. She sneered as the forcefield reactivated, her blood still boiling from the exchange.

Alrams began to blare.

"Feld, report," Kelly shouted.

"Early warning sensors show nothing," she replied, "but close range scans just picked up what appears to be a small fleet of Derinja ships."

"The sabotage," Kelly shouted. She tapped her communicator. "Professor Mizuki, please come to the control room. If you see Jin, bring him as well. I need to launch the Voltron Force."

"What about Aidan?" Lisa asked.

"Knowing him, he's on his way back here," Kelly said. "Get to the mechas and launch!"

"You mean Gladiators," Taye corrected.

"Whatever, just go!" she shouted. They ran for the doors. Aidan ran through as well, and Kelly just nodded to him as he ran through the door to Jet Alpha. The ships took off, and each one flew into the backs of the gladiators, the doors closing behind them. The seat rose from the cockpit of the ship, moving upwards and locking into place in the head.

"Power up, and let's fly!" Aidan shouted. They placed their keys, and the robots come to life. They took off into the air, meeting up briefly before entering their launch tubes. Alpha launched through a door that opened in the ground, Beta from the mountain, and Gamma from the lake.

"Seven hells," David shouted, "there's more than Morgan detected in the scanners."

"Then we just take out more of them," Aidan replied.

"I'm detecting tanks and foot soldiers approaching the base, Aidan!" Lisa shouted.

"Rackens," Aidan said, "you and Feld get down there and see what you can do about those tanks. Benton and I will try and stop the air assault."

"Agreed," David replied, and Beta headed for the ground. Alpha and gamma moved in to engage the fleet.

"The base's defense systems are still offline," one of the officers said. "They have launched the Voltron Force. What are your orders?" One side of Centa's lip curled into a smirk.

"Launch the robeast," she said softly and confidently. "No matter what happens now, their fate is sealed."

To be continued….