Lost in Space: "Wanted Man..."
Summary: Smith's past...And the Space Tribunal catch up with him.
Part 1
Stranded once again due to needed repairs on an unknown planet in a star system far from Earth (or Alpha Centauri), the Robinsons, Major West, Dr. Smith, and the Robot are about to encounter an old foe. Several, actually.
Out to seek ore samples necessary for repairs for their damaged ship, the Jupiter 2, thirteen-year-old Will Robinson, the Robot, and a reluctant Dr. (Colonel if not yet dishonorably discharged on Earth) Zachary Smith explore a large, rocky, and thankfully, Smith notes, empty plateau on the remarkably, as always, Californian desert-like planet. Smith happily pontificating to a busy ore-gathering Will Robinson about his adventures as a young boy on Earth...
"These are the tales of Thomas Sawyer as told by Samuel Clemens..." the Robot noted, listening, as he scanned the plateau.
"Nonsense, you clattering clod! These are my very own adventures as a boy..." Smith fumed.
"While I could believe you are old enough to have helped Tom Sawyer whitewash fences in Hannibal, Missouri..." the Robot began...
Suddenly a series of metal barriers appearing all around them...Blocking advance or retreat.
"What the devil?!" Smith nervously.
"I've seen those before...?"Will noted, staring.
"Yes...And they are energized, do not approach them." The Robot cautioned.
A voice from over head, equally familiar...All three craning upward..."Attention! Attention!! Dr. Zachary Smith!! You are hereby summoned to appear before the Galactic Space Tribunal, at once. Any attempt to escape will be considered an admission of guilt and sentence will be immediately passed."
"What...?" Smith stared. "Oh, no, no...Not again!" agitated wringing of hands. "Oh, the everlasting pain of it all...!"
"Robot?" Will turned. "Is that...?"
"Yes, sensors and memory bank confirms these are the same instruments used by the Space Tribunal when it contacted us before." The Robot noted. "You had better let me handle this, Dr. Smith. I was appointed your probation officer."
"In...Deed." Smith scowled. "Without my permission or even..."
"Dr.Smith...You better let him handle these aliens." Will noted.
"Perhaps so...All right, sir. Activate all your legal databanks and tell these..." he blanched. "Good people...I have already been cleared by them. And they should get their papers, computer files, whatever in order. Go, sir." Indignant tone.
"Greetings to the Tribunal." The Robot called out. "I am the B-9 Environmental Control Robot of the Robinson expedition, placed as Dr. Smith's probation officer by yourselves at our last encounter. I also act as Dr. Smith's legal counsel."
"Oh, the pain...The distinct pain." Smith sighed.
"Well, he's cheap enough..." Will teased. "I'll try to reach Dad and Don." He took out radio mike from a side strap. "Jupiter 2, this is the ore party, come in."
"I suppose. And do not get any ideas about payment in cash, goods, or kind, sir." Dr. Smith eyed the Robot. "You are operating strictly pro bono."
"Your knowing you owe me is sufficient payment, Dr. Smith. Huh-huh-huh."
"No sentence could be bad enough to endure this." Smith grimaces. "William? Have you been able to contact the others?" Will shaking head.
"Too much interference..."
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Lost in Space: "Wanted Man..."
Science Fiction: Smith's past...And the Space Tribunal catch up with him.
