Let it breathe, let it breathe, let it breathe for the space cadets

The ship overseer

The space craft entered into the starship.

Dragos arrived to the hangar bay flanked by his guards.

The two sets of doors opened before Dragos's eyes leaving the interior being completely visible to his eye. He can see the equipment that ranged in size but carefully being transported lined in white fabric. Smith was the first one out of the shuttlecraft joined by Loki, Paul, and Prentiss in a single file line alongside him. Smith folded his arms with a demeanor that could be mistaken for a person in authority and very impatient with his hands on his hips. His face wearing a well curated scowl.

"Do you know how long it takes to take a giant asteroid up to date?" Smith started.

"Not long--" Dragos was cut off.

"Days!" Smith exclaimed. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH OF A HASSLE IT SO HANDLE distraught cadets, civilians, and nosy reporters?"

"Well--" Dragos started to say.

"They get up in your business and rock your world from top to bottom," Samantha softly landed to the ground then placed her back against the wall. "They won't stop asking questions without being provoked. They are vicious and relentless in their suit of the truth," Smith clenched his jaw, momentarily. "I spent the last month making sure the cadets and the personnel complied to the Federation standard while---" She peered out noticing everyone's eyes were on the man with her back to what wall there was left on the front end of the space craft. "being chased by the reporters every where I turned, they were there! Almost gave this poor man a heart attack! And I am prone to having those than I did in my youth!"

Samantha and Prentiss crept their way past Smith from the back side of the shuttle.

"And they wouldn't have been there if you hadn't been there!" Smith added, sharply. "Nor would those chances have gone higher! My job is simple, over see the construction of new starships and spaceships, the addition of technology but there are certain things I can do," Prentiss lead Samantha down the hall past the guards. "I can chide leaders for their carelessness and attempt at obstructing the update of material or crimes they had done before coming into the orbit of Pleanish. It is a artificial planet created by the federation shortly after the disappearance of the Space Academy and ten thousand souls. It is a living memorial for the massive loss," his voice was filled in rage. "Which you had no business in the Alvereze system!!"

"I did have business!" Dragos protests.

"I recommend silence on this matter," Smith said.

"What would you do?" Dragos asked. "You are one man."

"I am capable of making a arrest," Smith said. "With my pilot, Pazle Forekaman, from Pleanish."

"Hello there," Paul was in a uniform that had been tailor made for the cover. It was a two piece uniform that drew some similarities to Smith with the exception that it was black and silver but the second piece part was a jacket. Paul had his hands linked behind his back wearing a friendly smile. There were silver cuffs dangling off the belt. "Emperor."

"You would find yourself preferring to speak with a lawyer present," Smith said. "The Federation is more than willing to provide that itself."

"I cannot be prosecuted," Dragos argued.

"Dear, dear," Smith shook his head while wiggling his index finger with a tsk. "the laws have changed."

"That was three hundred years ago!" Dragos said. "You said so yourself."

Smith shrugged.

"I do not make the rules," Smith said. "The statue of limitations was discarded two hundred years ago."

"You are bluffing," Dragos said.

"I never bluff," Smith replied. "Now my people would like you to answer a few questions why you attacked Federation property."

"All of them I can answer," Dragos said.

"Truthfully?" Smith asked.

"Maybe not---" Dragos started to say.

"That has the penalty of death, Emperor," Smith said, his voice tinged in disdain. "and trust me when I say the death penalty isn't lenient as it was back in the twenty-fourth century." He stepped forward making the man begin to step back as Smith stepped forward jabbing his finger into the man's chest. "And call yourself by any other title than Emperor in the Federation territory because you don't deserve it. The only thing you will be a Emperor of is toilet paper and your belongings once the Federation Justice Council is done with you."

Dragos seemed to be heavily insulted but seemed to be keeping his temper at bay.

"Are you done?" Dragos asked.

Smith took out his padd.

"Are you ready to read the contract and sign it?" Smith replied. "Soon as your new equipment is transported," he held his hand up stopping the aliens from boarding the craft. "ah, ah, ah," Smith shook his hand then gestured toward the young boy by his side. "This is Loki," Smith came to the boy's side then moved behind him. "my assistant," was added proudly. "capable of lifting material that would normally be heavy for humanoids like you."

Smith had his hands on the boy's shoulder.

"I am a volunteer, Emperor," Loki said, politely. "It sure beats education videos. Never fails to be dull."

"Allow him to do it," Smith added.

"A child," Dragos said. "There must be laws against child labor."

"It's not a job," Smith said. "You weren't listening," he glared toward Dragos. "And it is easy as it is for you picking up a book for him."

"A book, you say," Dragos said, tilting his head.

"A book," Smith said. "Yes, we still have books three hundred years later. Now, the bridge?"

Smith gestured on and the equipment from the spacecraft began to float out.

"Yes," Dragos said. "The bridge. Without your arrest officer."