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As the Searcher approached the Star-Gate, its sleek metallic exterior shimmered under the distant glow of a nearby star. The colossal structure stood like a gateway to the unknown, its intricate patterns and pulsating energy fields captivating all who beheld it. As the ship ventured closer, the crew could feel a palpable sense of anticipation coursing through their veins. The Star-Gate’s immense size became even more apparent as they neared its entrance, dwarfing the Earth Ship in comparison. With a gentle hum, the gate activated, emitting a mesmerizing display of vibrant colors that danced across its surface. As if being swallowed by an ethereal vortex, the Searcher glided effortlessly into the gateway, leaving behind the familiar realm of one space sector and venturing into uncharted territory. On the other side of the Star-Gate awaited an ancient system known as Argus. Emerging from this celestial portal, the Searcher found itself surrounded by a breathtaking panorama of celestial wonders. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu4EMgmbZZk
Ensign Chen's eyes were fixed on the sensor display, his gaze darting back and forth as he absorbed the intricate details presented before him. The computer readout was a mesmerizing sight, a symphony of colors and lines that danced across the screen.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEBcw155Go8
The display consisted of a grid-like structure, with rows and columns of data stretching out in all directions. Each row represented a different aspect of the planet being observed, while each column denoted a specific time interval. The colors used to represent these data points were carefully chosen to convey vital information at a glance.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQZtk014rfE
Shades of blue dominated the readout, indicating various atmospheric conditions such as temperature and humidity. Brighter blues hinted at cooler regions, while deeper hues suggested warmer areas. Chen's trained eye could discern subtle gradients within these color ranges, revealing pockets of extreme temperatures or unusual weather patterns.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD2cQv3BL3X
Interwoven with the blues were splashes of green and brown, representing landmasses and vegetation cover. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCsJwH5CTnO
The computer readout displayed on the screen provided detailed information about the celestial body and its surrounding environment. The text indicated that the accuracy of star charts for planetary systems beyond Cygnus was considered questionable due to their vintage. This suggested that the available data might be outdated or incomplete, potentially leading to inaccuracies in identifying celestial bodies.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv56fQkLAD6
However, despite this uncertainty, the computer graphics text confidently stated that the celestial body facing the starboard hull was positively identified as Argus F-7. This indicated that there were specific characteristics or features observed on the celestial body that matched those of Argus F-7, allowing for a positive identification.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX1MtuW41BF
Furthermore, the readout mentioned that this celestial body was orbiting a planet known as Argus F-7 IV, which was more commonly referred to as Throm. This additional information provided a clearer understanding of the planetary system being observed.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCUvRlR6iBY
Additionally, the computer readout revealed that there were two local satellites present in this system. These satellites were positively identified as Crusea and Lavinia.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnE2mm6Tz3s
“Well, Admiral,” Chen said blandly as he stared at the screen, “we’re here.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡog6YwGbCAI
“Excellent work, Chen,” Asimov congratulated. He leaned closer to the monitor, his eyes scanning the planet’s surface. “It’s smaller, but it looks a lot like Earth.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNoxK1R9eky
Wilma nodded in agreement. “Yes, Admiral. The atmospheric composition and gravity levels are also similar to those of Earth.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsbohfNqSuq
Dr. Goodfellow leaned against the console, his eyes fixed on the mesmerizing sight of Throm. The planet's vibrant hues seemed to dance before him, captivating his imagination. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he began to expound on his theory.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr8cWjFLmOA
"You see," he began, his voice filled with excitement, "Professor Robinson was a man of great intellect and discernment. He possessed an innate understanding of the cosmos and its wonders. It was clear to me that he would choose a planet that embodied both beauty and potential for exploration."252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCWuwERgf0V
As he spoke, Dr. Goodfellow gestured towards the screen displaying Throm's ethereal splendor. "Throm perfectly aligns with my theory," he continued with a note of satisfaction in his voice. "Its azure oceans and lush green continents indicate a planet teeming with life and resources—a veritable paradise for scientific discovery."252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSrPDDgpRbO
Buck was a little nervous. "So that's the home of Will Robinson, the Punisher, eh?" he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with apprehension. The mere mention of Throm sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on him. The name "Punisher" alone was enough to send chills down anyone's spine. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVs627zw2vS
"Standard orbit, Sergeant. And go to micro-scan," Asimov ordered, his voice laced with authority and a hint of excitement. The crew members swiftly executed his command, adjusting the spacecraft's trajectory to align with the designated orbit while activating the advanced micro-scanning technology.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgySQqtTmCw
Asimov leaned forward in his chair, his eyes fixed on the main console as streams of data flooded the screens. "Initiate quantum phase modulation and engage the hyper-resonance field," he directed, delving into the realm of technobabble that only those well-versed in astrophysics could comprehend.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXCKo6kSPZ6
The ship's systems hummed with newfound energy as intricate algorithms calculated minute fluctuations in space-time. Microscopic sensors were activated, their purpose being to scrutinize every particle within their range. These sensors were no ordinary devices; they possessed an unprecedented capability to detect even the faintest traces of exotic matter or gravitational anomalies.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPH1mbABq4J
"Yes, Admiral. Orbit plotted and laid in," Chen responded confidently, his fingers dancing across the holographic interface with practiced precision. The neural network embedded in his brain seamlessly connected to the ship's navigation system, allowing him to manipulate the complex algorithms and calculations required for interstellar travel.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRfCTQX9iPV
As he inputted the coordinates, a cascade of data streamed across his vision, displaying intricate celestial maps and gravitational fields. The ship's advanced quantum processors whirred softly, processing vast amounts of information in mere nanoseconds. Chen's mind effortlessly synchronized with the ship's AI, forming a symbiotic relationship that enhanced his navigational abilities.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡevVHmS91dL
"Calculating optimal trajectory based on gravitational pull and stellar alignments," Chen continued, his voice steady as he analyzed the intricate web of cosmic forces at play. "Compensating for relativistic effects and accounting for potential subspace anomalies."252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA2V0yHD5gS
As Buck turned to leave, Asimov called out to wish him good hunting. '"And don't forget to send me updates." Asimov exclaimed with a grin.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6f1D8ax23t
Buck turned back, nodding in agreement. 'Of course, Admiral! I'll make sure to keep you posted on all the thrilling escapades,” he replied confidently. With a final wave, Buck headed off.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGXwaMv8EEc
He was halfway through the doorjamb before he remembered something. Looking over his shoulder, he asked Wilma, “How come you didn’t tell me to be careful?” His voice laced with a hint of concern and curiosity, Buck couldn’t help but wonder why Wilma, usually so cautious and attentive, hadn’t reminded him to watch his step.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPPNT9tTsKo
Wilma chuckled as she responded to Buck, her voice laced with playful sarcasm. “Oh, Buck, telling you to be careful is like asking a squirrel not to climb trees! It’s practically useless! She lets out a hearty laugh, finding amusement in the futility of her words. Despite the humorous tone, deep down, Wilma knew that cautionary advice often fell on deaf ears when it came to Buck’s adventurous spirit. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkXWKj4llju
With a sense of urgency fueling his every move, Buck swiftly made his way through the Searcher’s corridors, the weight of duty hanging heavy on his shoulders. Determined to fulfill that duty, he wasted no time in changing into a sleeker and more sophisticated uniform than the one he’d previously worn.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuoHy998ZtN
As he reached the launch bay, Buck’s heart raced with anticipation. The deafening hum of engines reverberated through the air, adding to the atmosphere of urgency that surrounded him. Without hesitation, he leaped onto the waiting shuttle, its metallic exterior gleaming beneath the bright lights.
The shuttle’s doors shut behind him with a resounding thud, enclosing Buck in a cocoon of determination. His hands expertly navigated the controls as he initiated pre-flight procedures with practiced precision. The engines roared to life, vibrating beneath him as they prepared for departure.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZGqWaEa3K9
As Buck gazed out of the shuttle’s window, his heart raced with excitement. The sight of the majestic Searcher, his new mothership, filled him with a sense of pride and admiration. The sleek vessel glimmered in the vastness of space, its metallic exterior reflecting the distant stars. Buck couldn’t help but marvel at the advanced technology that brought them this far into the cosmos.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDniRkOKwzW
With a steady hand on the controls, Buck maneuvers the shuttle into a low and lazy 360-degree rollover. As he executes this daring maneuver, he feels a surge of exhilaration coursing through his veins. The world around him seemed to spin and blur momentarily, but he stayed focused on his objective—to catch a glimpse of his beloved mothercraft from every angle.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0pYq6WtzjV
The planet Throm lay ahead, its vibrant hues painting an otherworld canvas against the backdrop of space. It spun and tilted slowly below Buck’s view, showcasing its mesmerizing beauty.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjm7efCcpfb
Buck sat comfortably in the cockpit of the sleek Searcher shuttlecraft, his firm grip on the control stick reflecting his years of experience navigating through the vastness of space. The soft glow of the instrument panel illuminated his face, highlighting the determination etched into his features. With a swift motion, he activated the communications channels, eagerly awaiting a response from Throm.
“This is Captain Buck Rogers of the Earth Ship Searcher,” he spoke with authority, his voice resonating throughout the cabin. “I am currently on a mission to locate the planet Throm.”
A cracking silence filled the airwaves for a moment before a voice finally broke through. “Captain Rogers, this is Throm speaking,” came the reply, laced with an air of curiosity. “We have indeed detected your presence in our sector. What brings you specifically to our planet?”
Buck leaned back in the pilot’s chair, adjusting the collar of his uniform. “Well, actually,” he began with a friendly tone, “I’m just here on shore leave from my ship. Thought I’d visit this fascinating planet you’ve got here.”
“You are cleared for landing, Captain Rogers,” the voice crackled through the communications system. “Prepare for laser beam guidance to Neutralis city and state.” 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpNr57c1RYw
Buck acknowledged the ground controller’s instructions with a firm, “Got it, Throm. Ready for laser guidance beam navigation and landing in Neutralis.” After saying that, Buck broke his connection with Throm and switched over to the Searcher’s subspace communications channel. The Admiral’s stern face filled the television monitor.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm7c3x63W8X
“Buck?” Asimov’s grave tone filled Buck’s ears.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnlnEV28sp4
“It’s Throm, all right. And guess what? I’ve got permission to land,” Buck exclaimed. He leaned forward into the monitor, his curiosity piqued, asking eagerly, “What other information do we have on the planet?”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB4rJZtwk3X
Asimov’s voice boomed over the monitor. “Our data,” he began, “suggests that this planet possesses an atmospheric density and composition strikingly similar to Earth’s. It’s teeming with lush vegetation, indicating a thriving ecosystem. What’s even more intriguing is that its technology appears to be stable and well-developed, but here’s the catch—it’s all imported.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrpzIBGsWb6
Asimov paused for a moment, giving Buck time to let the weight of his words sink in before continuing. “This means that the inhabitants of this planet have not yet ventured into space on their own accord. They rely solely on technology brought in from other civilizations within the Federation.” 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCyO9W9975g
The laser guidance beam activated, projecting a bright green light beam that cut through the darkness of space. Buck carefully aligned his craft with the beam, allowing it to guide him toward the planet’s surface. The city-state of Neutralis came into view on the cockpit display, revealing a sprawling metropolis nestled amidst lush greenery and towering structures. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWAK9JcxXyM
Buck’s anxiety grew as the shuttlecraft’s advanced sensors detected the presence of large structures on the outskirts of the city. Eager to uncover their identity, he turned to the monitor. “Admiral, can you analyze the data from my resonance scanner? I need to know what those structures are.” 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs6MukKiZGT
“They appear to be some sort of spacecraft facility,” Asimov replied. “Judging by its size and design, I would classify it as a service center..” He continued. “This facility could potentially house advanced repair bays, fuel depots, storage areas for spare parts and equipment, as well as living quarters for techs or crewmen.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh3HopVcKuY
Buck’s furrowed brow deepened as he surveyed the landscape beneath him. The planet seemed to stretch out endlessly, devoid of any sign of life or civilization, except for the array of advanced technology and futuristic architecture adorning the cityscape of Neutralis. A sense of unease washed up over Buck as he contemplated the enigma that lay before him.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsfi3sFeB3x
“Something doesn’t add up,” Buck said to Asimov’s image on the monitor, his voice laced with a mixture of skepticism and intrigue. “Why would anyone go through the trouble of servicing something on a planet that appears to be largely uninhabited?”
Buck watched the televised image of Asimov’s face growing grave. “Unfortunately, there are reports of a warship of some kind being serviced on Throm.”
With a sense of determination, his voice steady and resolute, Buck signed off. “This is Captain Rogers, over and out. I’ll reach out to you as soon as possible, Admiral. As he concluded the transmission, his mind raced with thoughts of a potential violent encounter with the Punisher sometime during his stay on this planet.
With his focus now shifted to the present moment, Buck skillfully maneuvered his shuttlecraft toward the Neutralis spaceport. Following the official Federation sign-off protocol, he initiated communication with the control center, requesting permission for landing. “Neutralis control, this is Captain Buck Rogers requesting clearance for landing at coordinates Alpha-7.”
The response crackled through the radio, “Captain Rogers, this is Neutralis control. You are cleared for landing at Alpha-7. Maintain a standard approach vector and follow landing procedures.”
He had now successfully landed on the planet Throm after making one small adjustment to his stabilizers.
As Buck Rogers stepped out of his shuttlecraft, he was immediately struck by the vibrant atmosphere that enveloped the streets of Neutralis. The city-state stood as a testament to the harmonious coexistence of various alien species, each contributing their own distinct culture and architectural style to the urban landscape. Towering structures with intricate designs reached toward the sky, casting mesmerizing shadows on the bustling streets below. The air was filled with a symphony of languages, as merchants from different corners of the galaxy enthusiastically showcased their wares. Buck couldn't help but marvel at the diversity that thrived within Neutralis, a melting pot where intergalactic trade and diplomacy flourished. It was clear to him that this city-state held immense potential for adventure and discovery, making it an ideal hub for his mission on Throm. As he walked through the bustling streets, Buck couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, knowing that within Neutralis, he would find the answers he had been searching for all along.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi0gsNPPUfT
Buck found himself in awe as he witnessed the extraordinary beings that graced the broad avenues of Neutralis with their presence, moving side by side with humans. At first, the sight was horrifying. There were towering creatures with luminescent skin and multiple appendages. Next came a delegation of small amphibious creatures with iridescent scales that shimmered under Argus’s gentle sunlight. An eight-foot-tall something with blue skin and multiple eyes haggled over prices with one of the local kiosk operators, a small and delicate creature that resembled a shimmering orb of light. As Buck observed the surreal scene of aliens and humans coexisting in Neutralis, his mind began to draw an analogy, comparing it to a vibrant tapestry woven with threads of diversity and unity. All the man from the 20th Century could say to this was “Far out!”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmNh3Acy1j7
Before long, Buck found himself standing at the heart of Neutralis. The main plaza, an expansive open space surrounded by towering skyscrapers, was a testament to the city’s grandeur and technological advancements.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUQ7L6OsR0V
As he looked around, Buck marveled at the seamless fusion of nature and technology that defined the plaza. Lush greenery adorned every corner, with vibrant flowers blooming in carefully manicured gardens. The air was filled with a symphony of chirping birds and the gentle rustling of leaves, creating an oasis of tranquility amidst the urban chaos. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGguS1k1aUs
The centerpiece of the plaza was a magnificent fountain that stood tall and proud in its intricate design. Water cascaded down multiple tiers, shimmering under the sunlight like liquid crystal. Its rhythmic flow created a soothing melody that echoed through the whole square, drawing people like moths to a flame.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQMbeSPWPgE
As Buck stood near the Plaza, he couldn’t help but be captivated by the sight before him. An assemblage of unusually tall Negroes, their towering figures emphasized by their gold lame robes, stood in a mesmerizing formation. The vibrant shimmer of their attire caught the sunlight, casting a radiant glow that seemed to illuminate the entire plaza.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE0NSPKAt3K
Each robe was intricately designed with elaborate patterns and motifs, showcasing a rich tapestry of African culture. The golden fabric clung to their statuesque frames, accentuating their regal presence. The robes flowed gracefully around them as they moved, creating an aura of elegance and grandeur.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIzjCBSdzlk
As Buck observed them closely, he noticed that each member of this extraordinary group possessed a unique personal appearance that added to their mystique. Their features were strikingly beautiful, with chiseled jawlines and high cheekbones that spoke of strength and resilience. Their eyes held a depth and wisdom that seemed to transcend time itself. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4EF1O9aXT4
What Buck had contemplated when they approached him was nothing short of astonishment. The sight of these unusually tall Negroes, their towering figures accentuated by the shimmering gold lame robes, left him momentarily speechless. He couldn’t help but be captivated by their presence, standing near the fountain at the center of the Plaza. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSsXWt4ilNx
As he observed them, Buck’s mind raced with questions. Who were they? What brought them here? Their regal attire and commanding stature hinted at a significance that intrigued him further. Were they part of a cultural group or perhaps performers in an elaborate event? Buck’s curiosity propelled him forward, his steps cautious yet determined. As he approached they possessed an otherworldly aura, radiating an air of wisdom and grace. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx9DN71TrsE
As he drew nearer, one of the tall figures turned towards Buck and smiled warmly. Buck couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. The towering figure before him, the tallest of the Negroes, stood with an air of authority that demanded attention. His presence alone was enough to captivate Buck’s curiosity.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnxj2xVKflJ
The Negro’s deep baritone voice resonated through the air as he extended a welcoming hand toward Buck. “Welcome, traveler,” he boomed, his voice carrying a sense of wisdom and experience. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuEkp3f6BmI
Buck smiled in acknowledgment of the stranger’s greeting, his eyes crinkling at the corners. It had been a long and tiring day, but this simple act of kindness from a stranger managed to lift his spirits. As he returned the greeting with a nod, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of connection with this person he had never met before.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbuUExx2aIq
The shortest Negro, with her hands outstretched towards him, had a warm smile that reached her eyes. Her voice, when she spoke, was melodic and full of life. “Are you the one from the Earth Ship Searcher?” she asked, her words dancing in the air. “Oh, how wonderful it is to finally have visitors from Earth! Please, come and be welcome on Throm. We seldom receive guests from your planet, and we are eager to learn about your world and share our own with you.” Her invitation carried a genuine sense of excitement and curiosity, leaving Buck intrigued by the mysteries that awaited him on this unfamiliar planet. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkZTsbAWYWO
The third Negro, with a curious glint in his eyes, leaned forward and asked Buck, “Are you perhaps confused by the cosmopolitan nature of our city? It can be overwhelming for newcomers like yourself.” His voice was filled with genuine concern as he continued, “Or perhaps you’re lost? In this bustling metropolis, it’s easy to lose one’s way.” Pausing for a moment, he then extended a friendly hand toward Buck and added, “But fear not, my friend. We would be more than happy to offer our assistance. Would you gladly accept our offer to be your guide through this vibrant maze of cultures and experiences?”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFR4HV8qxXV
The tallest Negro straightened that tall cylinder perched atop his head that apparently served as his hat. “My name is Thordiz. It is an honor to make your acquaintance.” 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9UwavXoMAC
Buck studied the group, paying particular attention to their height. “Man, you guys are tall! You could totally dominate the court,” he exclaimed with a grin. He imagined their potential as a basketball team, envisioning their towering presence and skillful moves. As he continued to observe them, he couldn’t help but think, “These cats are groovy!”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSvSxdaaFkJ
Thordiz furrowed his brow, his eyes reflecting confusion as he tried to comprehend the concept of a basketball court. He tilted his head slightly, contemplating the question before finally speaking up, “A court? I am unfamiliar with this term. On our planet, we do not engage in such activities. Could you please enlighten me on what it entails?” His voice carried a hint of curiosity and eagerness to learn about this foreign concept.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtizxZk1Y1E
Buck shrugged his shoulders, a nonchalant expression on his face as he looked at Thordiz. “Eh, it’s not important,” he said dismissively. His words carried a hint of indifference as if he had already moved on from whatever matter was at hand. Buck’s carefree attitude reflected his ability to let go of trivial concerns and focus on what truly mattered—a trait that often left others perplexed but also intrigued by his unwavering sense of duty.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXSDzCncii8
“Nevertheless,” Thordiz continued, “I’ve been observing you closely, and it seems like you could use some assistance.”
“As a matter of fact I am,” Buck replied. “I need some information.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWOQyS1eTuL
Thordiz smiled indulgently at him, amused by Buck’s curiosity. “Of course,” he said warmly. “You can have whatever information you want. What do you need to know?”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnWo5HRPptV
“I’ve heard rumors about some spacecraft hangars and large machine shops on the outskirts of town,” he explained eagerly. “Do you know anything about them?”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtc3yp3vCB8
Thordiz and his entourage nodded in unison, acknowledging Buck’s lack of knowledge about Throm. Thordiz leaned forward, a confident smile playing on his lips as he spoke. “Ah, my friend, you are clearly new to this planet. Throm is not just any ordinary place; it is a haven of endless possibilities. Our high-quality service and repair facilities are renowned throughout the galaxy. Allow me to enlighten you on what Throm truly offers: A fueling station, pleasure palace, brokerage firm, pawn shop, gambling den, hospital, drug store, and fitness spa. But that’s just scratching the surface. Throm is a planet where dreams come true and desires are fulfilled. It is a place where one can find everything they need and much, much more.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNx9JFhl2hc
Buck turned to Thordiz, his eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of concern. "You know, Thordiz," he began, "as I was descending towards this planet, something struck me as odd. The buildings down there were cleverly camouflaged, blending seamlessly with the surrounding landscape. It was almost as if they were intentionally hiding from prying eyes."252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbKwxvZReyI
Thordiz furrowed his brow, contemplating Buck's observation. "That is indeed peculiar," he replied thoughtfully. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBccwYjad1H
Buck nodded in agreement, his mind racing with possibilities. "And what's even more perplexing is that no interceptors came to meet me upon entering the atmosphere," he continued. "In my experience, any foreign aircraft or vessel would have been intercepted immediately for security reasons. But here I am, standing before you without any interference."252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTCSVzNjmzf
Thordiz leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with conviction as he addressed Buck. "You see, my friend, on Throm, we have embraced a different way of life. We believe in resolving conflicts through peaceful means rather than resorting to violence. That is why fighter jets and weapons are unnecessary here. Neutralis is a place where harmony and understanding prevail. It is a sanctuary for those seeking refuge from the chaos of war and conflict."252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5lheL3Whcz
Thordiz's voice grew stronger as he continued, his words resonating with pride. "Our commitment to neutrality is what sets us apart from other nations. We have built our reputation on being impartial observers, mediators, and peacemakers in times of dispute."252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa1zYa7wXOQ
With a dramatic pause, Thordiz raised his hand for emphasis. "We do not take sides in any quarrel or engage in any form of aggression.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnCnu6reGhF
Buck's mind raced with caution as he observed Thordiz, his eyes narrowing slightly. Thordiz's friendly demeanor and confident stance were undeniably appealing, but Buck knew better than to let his guard down too quickly. He had learned the hard way that behind the facade of a stand-up guy could lie a cunning manipulator or someone with ulterior motives.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTpdaMG57p6
Buck, with a hint of apprehension in his voice, posed the question to Thordiz, uncertain of what their response might be. He wondered if his past actions would hinder him from receiving the assistance he desperately needed. "Thordiz," Buck began cautiously, "I understand that I have made regrettable choices in the past, engaging in random acts of violence against others. But despite my past transgressions, would you still consider providing service to my damaged spacecraft? Or would my actions alone disqualify me from any assistance?"252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ32XIQj1oHp
A faint smile played on Thordiz’s lips as he looked at Buck. He replied in a voice that was calm and measured, "We pass no judgments here. We are simply businessmen who provide service for all who need it." His words hung in the air, carrying an air of sincerity that was hard to ignore.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Kz6FzIv1f
Buck furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of Thordiz's statement. He had always believed that every transaction came with some sort of judgment attached to it. But as he observed the bustling activity around him in Thordiz's establishment, he couldn't help but notice the diverse range of customers seeking assistance.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ4PMs8rVbZ
Buck leaned forward; his curiosity piqued. “So, Thordiz,” he began, his voice laced with intrigue, “if I may ask, would it be safe to assume that you also provide your services to the warship of a man named Will Robinson?”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAPBpI9vpvh
The Thromians exchanged glances but remained silent, their expressions guarded. Buck sensed there was more to this story than met the eye. He pressed on, determined to uncover the truth. “Perhaps you know him by another name? The Punisher.”
The Thromians’ eyes widened ever so slightly at the mention of that name. It was as if a spark had been ignited within them, momentarily breaking their stoic facade. Their hushed whispers filled the air, their alien language flowing in an intricate melody.
Thordiz’s eyes darted around the plaza as if searching for an escape route. Finally, he let out a sigh and spoke in a hushed tone. “I….I cannot say anything more,” he admitted reluctantly.
Buck’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at Thordiz’s reaction. The names “Will Robinson” and “The Punisher” seemed to have struck a nerve within him.
Buck leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Thordiz. He’d been patient up until now, but the urgency of the assignment was starting to wear him down. He needed a clear answer, and he needed it now.
“Look, Thordiz,” Buck said firmly, his voice tinged with frustration. “I don’t have time for games or vague answers. “I need a straight yes or no. Do you service Will Robinson’s ship or not?”
Thordiz looked at Buck with a mixture of empathy and regret in his eyes. He took a deep breath before speaking, his voice filled with sincerity. “As much as it pains me to say this, it would go against our professional protocols to break a confidence,” Thordiz explained earnestly.
Buck leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the group of people gathered before him. He knew that convincing Thordiz to admit his connection to Will Robinson was not going to be an easy task. But he had a plan, and he was ready to lay all his cards on the table.
Taking a deep breath, Buck began, “Thordiz, I need you to understand something. I’m not here on liberty from my ship, as I previously claimed. The truth is far more serious than that.” His voice carried a sense of urgency and determination. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0h2RQfFqVX
He continued, “The Punisher has left a trail of destruction in his wake, attacking space colonies and ships without mercy. The Galactic Council has deputized me to put an end to this reign of terror. And the trail has led me here, to Throm.” 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS0QrAFi3Yi
Thordiz’s nonchalant demeanor belied the gravity of the situation at hand. As Buck pleaded for his assistance, a sense of unease flickered behind Thordiz’s smile, evident in the slight furrowing of his brow and the restless shifting of his feet. Despite this internal turmoil, Thordiz maintained his composure, politely expressing his regrets to Buck.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxw5cfJKRMz
“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t help you,” Thordiz said with a tinge of regret in his voice. “I have an appointment that I simply cannot miss. His words were laced with an underlying tension as if he were desperately trying to conceal something. With a nod and a forced smile, he bid Buck farewell and turned away, closely followed by an entourage. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqXhZBtVbqx
Deep down, Thordiz knew that dismissing Buck so abruptly was not only impolite but also potentially dangerous. However, the weight of his own concerns seemed to outweigh any sense of urgency or responsibility.
But Thordiz’s troubles weren’t over. As he turned around, his heart sank at the sight of Saddam Hussein, the last person he wanted to see, accompanied by his crew of hard-faced space rats.
Saddam Hussein, a man known for his acts of piracy, raiding neighboring celestial bodies while maintaining an oppressive hold on his own spacecraft, possessed a face that mirrored his ruthless nature. His sharp, piercing eyes seemed to hold the weight of his oppressive regime, while his strong jawline exuded an air of dominance. The lines etched on his forehead told tales of the countless battles he had fought to remain a free man.
The uniforms worn by Hussein and his crew bore the usual “25th Century” flavor. They were crafted with meticulous attention to detail, blending elements of futuristic technology with an aura of intimidation. The deep indigo fabric was adorned with intricate silver insignias, symbolizing their allegiance to some unknown dark and formidable force.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2eYvTsXHvb
The tension in the air was palpable as Hussein approached Thordiz with a sneer on his mustachioed face. Hussein, with a tone dripping with disdain, insulted Thordiz and demanded an explanation for the state of their ship. “What kind of joke are your machinists playing on me?” he scoffed. His voice carried a mixture of anger and frustration as he continued, “My crew and I just came from the hangar, only to be told by the foreman that our ship isn’t ready. Do you take me for a fool?”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRg02MxdipM
Thordiz’s mind raced as he tried to come up with a response that would appease Hussein’s wrath. He knew that any wrong move would have dire consequences not only for himself but also for his entire team.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOFSf3Tn3YS
“I want to apologize for the inconvenience this has caused you, Mr. Hussein,” Thordiz said. “It is truly disheartening for me when we are unable to accommodate our valued customers like yourself.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSKPekzIAOq
As he hung his head in shame, Thordiz couldn’t help but feel a sense of personal responsibility for the delays. “I take pride in providing excellent service, and it pains me deeply when circumstances beyond my control hinder that. Please know that I am doing everything within my power to resolve this issue as quickly as possible.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc0EGt5cvaB
Despite his remorse, Thordiz’s comment to customer satisfaction shone through his words. He continued, “Your satisfaction is of utmost importance to us, Mr. Hussein. We value your business and will make every effort to rectify this situation promptly. Once again, please accept my sincerest apologies for any inconvenience caused.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1giZI4s0of
Hussein’s face contorted into a fierce scowl as he locked eyes with Thordiz, his voice dripping with disdain. His eyes narrowed, intensifying the fiery glare that burned within them. The lines etched on his forehead deepened, revealing the weight of frustration he carried. Every muscle in his jaw tightens, emphasizing the clenched teeth that threatened to break through the surface. “Apologies won’t save you and your pathetic employees from the consequences of your actions,” he sneered, his tone laced with venomous anger.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNbpy6Nf97F
Thordiz leaned forward, his expression grave as he addressed Hussein. “I must be honest with you, Mr. Hussein. The battle damage inflicted on your vessel is far more extensive than you initially indicated. The structural integrity of your ship has been compromised, and it will take at least another forty-eight hours to make it spaceworthy again.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1F6hi0MYyj
He paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before continuing. “The hull has suffered severe breaches in multiple sections, and our engineers have identified critical systems that have been completely disabled. It’s not just a matter of patching up a few minor damages; we need to conduct thorough repairs to ensure the safety of your crew and the functionality of your ship.”
Hussein’s outrage was palpable as he responded to Thordiz. Their fate apparently depended on finding a ship that could swiftly depart from Throm. “Thordiz, we cannot afford any delays. Find me a ship that is ready to fly immediately if ours isn’t,” Hussein commanded with unwavering determination.
Thordiz sighed heavily, his frustration evident in his voice, “Mr. Hussein, I’ve searched high and low, contacted every contact I have in Neutralis. There simply aren’t any vessels for sale or lease. But,” Thordiz continued, his eyes lighting up with newfound hope, “there might be another way.” He looked towards Buck Rogers, who was presently browsing in a nearby flower stall.
Hussein’s eyes narrowed as he confronted Thordiz, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and disdain. “And what, pray tell, do you mean by that?” he demanded, his tone dripping with skepticism.
Thordiz’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he pointed to Buck, watching him inspect the vibrant array of flowers. “That individual yonder could potentially possess a generous inclination to grant you access to his spacecraft.”
Hussein motioned to his men to follow him and they all approached Buck. The air grew tense as Hussein’s piercing gaze locked onto Buck, his eyes filled with a predatory hunger. With a demanding, impolite tone of voice dripping with hostility, Hussein barked out, “You! I need your attention now! There is no room for refusal!” His words echoed through the street, leaving no doubt that he expected immediate compliance. The tone of his voice conveyed an unmistakable sense of aggression and dominance, leaving Buck with no choice but to acknowledge his presence.
Buck’s refusal to be intimidated by Hussein was evident as he folded his arms, displaying a defiant stance. With a determined look on his face, he turned his head away from the kiosk, dismissing Hussein’s presence. In a tough-guy tone of voice, Buck uttered words that echoed with confidence and defiance. “Hey man, why don’t you split? Ain’t nobody got time for your nonsense.” His voice dripped with an air of authority and toughness, leaving no room for doubt that he would not tolerate any further interference.
Hussein’s tall lieutenant towered over Buck, his menacing presence suffocating the air around them. With a voice dripping with arrogance and superiority, he sneered at Buck, “Word has it that you’ve got a ship.” As he spoke, his hand instinctively found its way to the hilt of the knife strapped to his waist, his fingers caressing it with an unsettling familiarity.
Buck crossed his arms over his chest as he regarded the lieutenant with a raised eyebrow. “Look, pal, I ain’t got time for your ship-shape shenanigans.”
But Buck had to admit they’d gotten him curious. What if these guys knew something about Will Robinson or Punisher that Thordiz was keeping under wraps? His growing intrigue was now overshadowing his irritation at being bothered by these men. He had learned long ago that in the vastness of space, secrets had a way of floating around like glitter on a disco dance floor.
Hussein’s arrogance seemed to know no bounds as he confronted Buck, his voice dripping with superiority. “Listen, you,” he sneered, “we don’t have time for your strange speech. We need a ship, and we need it now! His words were laced with impatience and entitlement as if the universe owed him a swift escape from the planet. The audacity of his demand hung heavily in the air, leaving Buck momentarily stunned by the man’s unwavering self-assurance.
As Hussein’s dismissive smirk grew wider, Buck’s frustration reached its boiling point. The condescending tone in Hussein’s voice only fueled Buck’s determination to stand his ground. With a clenched jaw and a fiery glare, he couldn’t help but feel the need to retaliate against Hussein’s arrogance. In an act of defiance, he leaned forward and said, “Far out, man! But you’re barking up the wrong tree if you think I’m backing down.”
One of Hussein’s menacing crewmen, a bald brute named Usama, forcefully clamped his iron-like grip around Buck’s arm, restraining him from escaping. With a sinister grin, Usama leaned in close to Buck’s ear and spoke in a bone-chilling tone. “This is our offer: One thousand Quasar Credits for a twenty-four-hour rental. Do not refuse us.”
Buck’s gaze remained unwavering as he locked eyes with the Arab brute, his military training kicking and fueling his determination. The memories of his Air Force days flooded back, reminding him of the countless hours spent honing his combat skills. He knew he had the ability to take down men like this, and he was ready to prove it.
With a steely voice, Buck issued a warning to Hussein, his words laced with an air of confidence that sent shivers down the space predator’s spine. “Tell your goon to release me,” he commanded, his tone dripping with authority. “I’ve been trained to break an arm without even touching my opponent and trust me when I say I won’t hesitate to do it.”
Hussein stood there in stunned silence, disbelief etched across his face. Nobody had ever dared stand up to him before, let alone threaten harm to one of his men with such conviction. In that moment, Buck’s unwavering resolve shattered Hussein’s perception. He gestured to Usama to release Buck.
Hussein shouted, “Two thousand!”
Buck’s heart raced as he saw Hussein’s expression change from arrogance to confusion. With a sly grin, he seized the chance to turn the tables. “You know, I think we can work something out after all,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. Now intrigued by Hussein and his motley crew, he eagerly asked, “Just how many planets and star systems have you guys been to?”
Hussein, with a smug smile, replied to Buck, “Why do you care so much about things that don’t concern you?”
Buck leaned forward, fixing his eyes on the black-garbed men. “Listen, I understand that the name Punisher holds some weight around here,” he said, his voice steady but firm. “But I need to find him, and I need your help. I can offer you the means to get where you want to go, but only if you give me the information I need.”
The men exchanged anxious glances, their whispers growing louder in Arabic. Buck could sense their hesitation, their fear of crossing paths with someone as notorious as Punisher. But he knew that they held the key to finding this elusive pilot.
“I’m not asking for much,” Buck continued, his tone persuasive yet determined. “Just a simple piece of information that could save countless lives. Punisher is dangerous, and he needs to be stopped before more innocent people get hurt.”
With a voice dripping with disdain, Hussein retorted. “To seek Punisher is to seek to meet one’s demise. You underestimate the power and ruthlessness of the man. He shows no mercy, no remorse. He is relentless in his pursuit of justice, or what he perceives as justice. His words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the dangers yet to be faced. Do you think you can outsmart him? Outmaneuver him? That is a fool’s errand. The Punisher leaves no loose ends; he leaves only silence.” He paused for a moment, letting the words hang in the air. “The answer is no. Remember, the word of Saddam Hussein is final!”
With a sly grin, he looked Hussein straight in the eye and said, “Well, ain’t that a bummer, man. Looks like you’re not down for the cause. No worries, though, I’ll catch you on the flip side.” And he turned his back on the motley space crew and walked away.
Hussein’s voice echoed through the crowded street as he desperately called out to Buck, who was rapidly disappearing from sight. With a hint of desperation in his tone, Hussein shouted, “I’ll buy your ship, then! Five thousand quasar credits!” The words hung in the air, a testament to Hussein’s determination to acquire the vessel. The Arab space predator’s eyes narrowed as he watched Buck disappear into the distance.
Hussein’s lieutenant, Karim, surveyed the situation with a furrowed brow. “Sir, we need his ship,” the tall Arab remarked with conviction.
Hussein’s voice dropped to a low rumble as he reassured Karim, determination shining through his words. “Fear not, my friend. We will have that ship one way or another. Our survival depends on it.”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvyTi2j10tO
At the same time, Buck had been away from the spaceport for only a short while, but it felt like an eternity. As Argus began to set on the distant horizon of Throm, Buck climbed back into his shuttlecraft, still nestled comfortably on the spaceport’s tarmac. The hum of the engines filled the cabin, creating a soothing melody that echoed through the vessel. Outside, the bustling spaceport was slowly winding down for the day, as ships of all shapes and sizes returned to their designated berths.
As he settled back into his seat, Buck flicked the switch that activated the communications system within his shuttlecraft. The screen before him blinked to life, revealing Admiral Asimov’s stern face, waiting to hear what he had to say, and not looking at all pleased at the report that Buck finally delivered.
Buck spoke to Asimov, his heart heavy with disappointment. “Admiral,” he began, his voice tinged with regret. “I’m afraid I’ve found nothing regarding the whereabouts of the Punisher. Even the mention of the Punisher, or even Will Robinson, puts these people into a deep freeze. But this has got to be where he has his ship serviced.”
His words hung in the air, and Buck couldn’t help but feel a pang of shame. He wasn’t accustomed to failure; his track record spoke volumes of successful missions and accomplishments. But this time he had come up empty-handed.
“Well, if nobody’ll talk about him, how do we find him?” Asimov’s voice echoed through the cabin, his frustration palpable. He enunciated each word with a sense of urgency as if he believed Buck didn’t fully grasp the gravity of the matter at hand. The Punisher had become a notorious menace in the galaxy, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Unarmed spaceships had fallen victim to his merciless wrath, and it was imperative to locate and incarcerate him before more innocent lives were lost.
Asimov’s face completely filled the monitor screen, his brow furrowed, clearly, in deep contemplation. “And it could be months before he brings his ship in for service,” he continued, his voice tinged with concern. The Punisher was cunning and elusive, always managing to stay one step ahead of authorities. Tracking him down would require a meticulous plan and unwavering determination.
Buck nodded solemnly, understanding the immense challenge they faced. “I was hoping there’d be a better way,” he said, his voice tinged with disappointment. “I’ve been anxiously awaiting the arrival of some company all evening, but so far they haven’t shown up.”
The admiral, sensing Buck’s unease, furrowed his brows and asked, “Company? What do you mean?”
Buck let out a deep sigh, his worry evident in his lips. “Some roughnecks in town were very interested in my shuttle,” he explained. “I had an idea that maybe they would come looking for me here.”
The admiral’s concern grew as he realized the gravity of the situation. If those individuals were indeed after Buck, it could only mean trouble. He knew that Buck was resourceful and capable of handling himself, but this unexpected turn of events had caught them both off guard.
Buck was suddenly interrupted by two loud, distinct knocks resonating through the small confines of the shuttle’s hatch. Startled, he instinctively glanced at the flickering screen displaying Asimov’s face. “I’ll get back to you,” he muttered under his breath, hastily throwing the switch to break the connection. The once vibrant screen immediately went dark, plunging the cockpit into an eerie silence.
With a sense of urgency, Buck leaned forward in his seat and reached over to press the intercom button, his heart pounding in anticipation. “Who is it?” he called out, his voice laced with curiosity and caution.
A voice, one Buck remembered from town, filtered through the intercom grill. It was a raspy, yet familiar tone that sent a shiver down his spine. "Someone able to provide you with pertinent information on the man you seek," the voice echoed through the static-filled speaker.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPKzSwEOsFI
Buck's heart raced with anticipation. "What information is that?" Buck asked cautiously, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of desperation. He had been tirelessly searching for any lead that could help bring down this merciless force of justice.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡujq157tZNa
"The Punisher. I know where he can be found," the voice replied cryptically, its words hanging in the air like a thick fog. Buck's mind raced with possibilities as he contemplated what this newfound information could mean for him.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG0CspK6wnL
"What's your price?" Buck asked, his curiosity piqued by the mysterious figure standing outside the shuttlecraft. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfhFwERR0IJ
"I believe we can discuss that—if only you'll open this hatch first. There is much peril for me if I'm seen out here," replied the enigmatic stranger, their voice laced with a hint of urgency.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiQX5YMvDxV
Buck hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with questions. Who was this person? What danger were they referring to? Despite his reservations, he couldn't resist the allure of unraveling the secrets hidden behind that hatch. With a determined nod, he made up his mind.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5h5f204My4
"Hey, no problem," Buck said, reaching for the switch. As he flicked it on, a low hum filled the air, and the sound of metal being scraped on metal reverberated through the room. Slowly but surely, the hatch began to slide open, revealing a gang of five indigo-clad thugs.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Yg4dGNMxc
Immediately, the thugs forced their way into the shuttlecraft. As Hussein entered the room, his eyes fell upon Buck. With a voice that carried across the room, Hussein bellowed, commanding his men, “Seize this kaffir and tear him apart, limb from limb!”252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmGcl98wG3V
But Buck was no fool; years of experience in dealing with shady characters had taught him to always be prepared for the worst. He knew Hussein's reputation for deceit and treachery, and he had already devised a meticulous defensive plan to counter any attempt by Hussein or his gang of hooligans to seize control of his shuttle.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWbGen46AL4
With a swift movement, Buck pressed another button on the console, causing a transparent panel to descend vertically in front of him. This high-impact safety barrier would serve as an impenetrable shield, protecting him from any physical assault that Hussein's goons might attempt. The panel was reinforced with state-of-the-art materials, capable of withstanding even the most powerful blows.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhxnXDSlgxC
But Buck didn't stop there; he was always one step ahead. His thumb moved down to another switch, which he confidently flicked without hesitation. The switch was labeled "DEPRESSURIZATION," and it held immense power within its simple design. This was not a decision taken lightly. As he pressed the switch, a rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins, knowing the consequences of his actions would be monumental.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtMHOebCX5i
There was a hissing noise, a sinister symphony that echoed through the airlock, as the precious oxygen began to drain slowly out of the confined space. Choking and gasping sounds pierced through the silence, their desperate pleas for breath reverberating off the metallic walls. The thugs who had been standing just moments ago were now collapsing like marionettes with their strings cut. Their bodies hit the floor with sickening thuds, one after another as if they were mere puppets being discarded by an unseen puppeteer.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9j9afE5She
Buck's heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the group of individuals before him. They were all part of a notorious gang, and their leader, Hussein, held the key to uncovering vital information. Buck knew that if he allowed them all to perish, it wouldn't bother him in the slightest. But he couldn't let it go that far; he had a mission to complete.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrJYEmnLHei
With a determined expression on his face, Buck swiftly raised the transparent barrier within the shuttle, separating Hussein from his comrades. The others looked on with wide eyes and panicked expressions as they realized they were being forced out of their only means of escape.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa6THcpDHCI
As they stumbled backward, Buck's hand instinctively reached for his laser gun. He knew that time was of the essence; if Hussein died, any hope of discovering the whereabouts of the Punisher's secret hideout would likely die with him. The stakes were high, and Buck couldn't afford to let this opportunity slip away.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0nmiYuekDq
"Now, where do I find the Punisher, huh?" Buck blustered, his voice dripping with menace as he tightened his muscular arm around the Arab spaceman's neck. The dimly lit room seemed to shrink under the weight of tension, the air thick with anticipation.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvDvFxg2HKY
The Arab spaceman, struggling to catch his breath, met Buck's intense gaze with defiant eyes. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he fought against Buck's iron grip. His mind raced, searching for a way out of this dangerous situation.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhM3ut9E5LY
As the seconds ticked by, Buck's impatience grew. With the Arab spaceman in his grasp, he believed he was one step closer to achieving his goal.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBQ83x9VwEn
"Now, where do I find the Punisher, huh?" Buck blustered, his grip tightening around the Arab spaceman's neck. The tension in the room was palpable as Hussein struggled to catch his breath. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he contemplated his next move.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr3svMcSB2R
Hussein bawled hoarsely, his voice filled with fear and desperation. "No... I refuse to speak!" he exclaimed, his words barely audible. "That red-haired demon would surely come for me if I did! It would be better to have you come after me."252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjEsgS3FNHE
Buck's eyes narrowed, a mix of frustration and determination flickering across his face. He released his hold on Hussein's neck and took a step back, allowing him to regain some composure. The room fell into an uneasy silence as both men locked eyes, each aware of the high stakes at play.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDsQLd21Rqy
Buck, a highly skilled and agile fighter, quickly released Hussein from his grip, giving him a momentary respite. Sensing an opportunity, the Arab swiftly retreated towards the passenger section of the shuttle, hoping to gain some distance from his formidable adversary. However, Buck was not one to let his opponents escape so easily.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ERS5qyatf
With lightning speed and precision, Buck executed a graceful bow before launching himself into the air. His body soared through the confined space of the shuttle, defying gravity for a split second before descending upon Hussein with incredible force. The impact was bone-jarring as Buck's weight crashed down upon his foe, slamming him mercilessly onto the cold metal floor.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6sRUwU14Y0
The technique employed by Buck in this decisive move was known as the Crane Slam—a maneuver perfected by military-trained wrestlers for its unparalleled efficiency in defeating adversaries. By pressing Hussein's cheek flat against the unforgiving surface beneath them, Buck exerted complete control over his opponent.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHcQXQpZOpn
As Hussein struggled to regain his breath and composure, he realized that he was no match for Buck's superior strength and skill.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxKq7lWlFJW
"I'll tell you nothing, infidel!" Hussein squealed like a pig that had just been stabbed, his voice trembling with defiance. The cockpit was filled with tension as Buck's patience wore thin. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa3Jg6asRZI
Buck's frustration reached its peak as he grabbed Hussein by the collar and forcefully lifted him off the floor. With a surge of anger, he hurled him into his pilot's chair, causing it to creak under the sudden impact. Hussein crashed into the backrest, his body slumping against it.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsxWqgwZxwi
"Mister, you're gettin' to be a real pain in the..." Buck's words trailed off as he struggled to contain his anger. He knew that losing control would only hinder their progress in uncovering vital details about the Punisher's whereabouts and plans. 252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrGcoRGdTAi
Defiant, Hussein's eyes blazed with determination as he struggled to rise from the ground. His body ached, battered and bruised from the relentless blows he had endured. But before he could regain his footing, Buck, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, swiftly closed the distance between them.252Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ17hALc3bpv
With lightning speed, Buck's fist connected with Hussein's jaw in a devastating blow. The impact reverberated through Hussein's entire being, sending shockwaves of pain coursing through his body. The force of the punch stunned him instantly, momentarily halting his every thought and movement.
