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His gold robes, shimmering under the glow of the streetlights, billowed behind him like a majestic river of molten gold. The cylindrical cap perched atop his head bobbed up and down with every confident step he took, adding an air of regality to his presence. Thordiz, a figure impossible to ignore, gracefully navigated the bustling streets until he finally approached the Punisher, who stood stoically on the corner. With a gentle tap on Punisher's shoulder, Thordiz managed to capture his attention amidst the chaos surrounding them. Leaning in close, his voice barely above a whisper, Thordiz spoke with an air of secrecy and intrigue that demanded immediate attention.
“I just wanted to let you know that the repairs on your ship will be completed within the hour.”
The Punisher’s intense gaze remained fixed on Thordiz as he listened intently to his words. His silence spoke volumes, conveying a mixture of relief and anticipation. Though he didn’t utter a single word, his stoic expression softened ever so slightly, revealing a glimmer of gratitude.
Thordiz could sense The Punisher's unspoken appreciation for his swift work. He knew that this formidable vigilante relied heavily on his ship for both transportation and refuge in his relentless pursuit of revenge.
"I must say, Punisher, I've never laid eyes on a ship as grievously damaged as yours," Thordiz's voice resonated with a mix of awe and concern. His weathered face bore witness to the countless battles he had witnessed throughout his long career in space exploration. "That you were able to navigate through the treacherous void and land at all is nothing short of a miraculous feat,” Thordiz continued, his voice tinged with both sympathy. “We've heard whispers of what transpired, my dear Punisher. The tales speak of a war you have embarked upon against those you perceive as a threat to the very fabric of your existence."
Suddenly, the Punisher's body tensed, every muscle in his frame coiling like a tightly wound spring. With an air of unwavering determination, he squared his broad shoulders, emanating an aura of raw power that seemed to fill the room. His piercing gaze locked onto Thordiz, his eyes burning with an intensity that could ignite even the darkest corners of one's soul.
A storm brewed within him, a tempest of righteous fury and unyielding justice. His clenched fists trembled ever so slightly, betraying the immense force they were capable of unleashing upon any who dared to cross his path. The Punisher's face contorted into a mask of pure menace, etching lines of hardened resolve upon his rugged features.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still as the weight of his presence bore down upon Thordiz like an impenetrable fortress. The air grew heavy with palpable tension, suffused with an electric energy that crackled and Thordiz could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, knowing that he was about to face the wrath of a true force to be reckoned with.
"Yes, I know," Thordiz whispered, his voice barely audible, as if sharing a secret. "It's not my place to interfere. But throughout the years, you have lived among us harmoniously, just as your parents, John and Maureen Robinson, did in their time. We cannot bear the thought of losing you. Regrettably, news of your actions has extended far beyond the borders of Argus. Whispers have reached even the most remote corners, catching the attention of a man who arrived in our city today. His name is Buck Rogers, and he hails from the distant planet Earth. This individual possesses an unwavering determination and wields the full authority of the esteemed Galactic Council. Rest assured; he will stop at nothing to flush you out from your hiding place. Absolutely nothing!" He hesitated briefly, contemplating the situation at hand. "In fact, I fear his relentless pursuit will ultimately prove successful."
With a sudden shift in his gaze, Punisher's ominous stare transformed into an expression of grave concern. Without uttering a word, he briskly turned away, leaving Thordiz standing alone on the desolate street corner. The weight of worry settled upon Thordiz's shoulders, as he watched Punisher disappear into the shadows.
In the meantime, as Buck approached his shuttlecraft, a worn plastic shopping bag slung across his broad shoulders he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease lingering in the air. The weight of worry settled upon his shoulders, mirroring Thordiz's earlier demeanor. He glanced back one last time, hoping to catch a glimpse of Punisher emerging from the shadows, but there was no sign of him. With a heavy sigh, Buck reluctantly turned away and stepped inside the shuttle.
Inside, the atmosphere felt different - a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. The familiar hum of machinery filled the small space as Buck settled into his seat. He glanced out of the window one more time, taking in the desolate landscape bathed in golden sunlight. It was as if Argus itself was trying to offer some solace amidst their growing concerns.
With a heavy thud, the airlock door clanged shut behind Buck, sealing him inside the small spacecraft. The sound echoed through the empty silence, a stark reminder of their isolated existence. Hussein, now tightly bound to the shuttle's straight-backed pilot's chair, struggled against his restraints as he blustered with frustration and impatience.
"Where have you been?" Hussein demanded, his voice laced with anger and desperation. His eyes darted around the cramped interior of the shuttle, searching for any sign of hope or escape.
Buck calmly set down the bag and turned towards Hussein, his weathered face etched with determination. "I've been out there, Mr. Hussein."
The Arab space rogue, Hussein, was taken aback by Buck's audacity. "You got through my men?" he questioned, his voice laced with disbelief.
Buck smirked, relishing in the moment. He paused briefly, allowing the tension to build before responding. "Men?" he scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, you mean those guys? I think they've already given up on you."
Hussein's defiance only grew stronger as he clenched his fists, his face contorted with anger. He desperately gasped for air as he spat out his words. "That bag you carry," he seethed, "what does it contain?"
"If you're willing to cooperate and tell me what you know about the Punisher, we can avoid any unnecessary violence," Buck calmly stated, his voice laced with determination.
Hussein's face contorted with anger as he spat on the toe of Buck's left boot. "All I know is that I want to cut your throat, infidel!" he snarled, his words dripping with venom.
Buck's expression remained unwavering, refusing to let Hussein's threats affect him. He knew that extracting information from someone like Hussein would require a delicate balance of intimidation and persuasion. Buck issued a half-smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. He sealed the airlock behind him, ensuring their conversation would remain private. "All right then, Mr. Hussein," he said, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm, "here's the outfit for your grand debut. I'm sure you'll find it quite intriguing."
With a dramatic flourish, Buck reached into the bag and retrieved a string halter top and nombril brief of a bathing suit. He tossed them casually onto the cold metal floor, right at the bound-up Arab's feet. The man's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the revealing garments before him.
"You see," Buck continued, his tone dripping with condescension, "this is not just any ordinary outfit. It's specially designed to showcase your true talents." He paused for effect before adding mockingly, "I must say, Mr. Hussein, you have quite the physique for it. I also have a dog collar for you," he taunted, waving the collar enticingly in front of Hussein's bewildered gaze. "You see, my dear Hussein, I have devised a plan that will not only lead you into town but also transform you into a spectacle of ridicule. Picture this: Aldebaran night daisies delicately adorning your once dignified hair and beard. Oh, how the galaxy will laugh at you, Mr. Hussein!"
Hussein's eyes narrowed with a mix of confusion and defiance as he tried to comprehend the absurdity of his captor's words. He refused to let fear consume him, determined to find a way out of this bizarre predicament.
Hussein's piercing gaze transformed into a sinister, malevolent glare that sent shivers down the spines of all who witnessed it. His face contorted with an unhinged rage as if the depths of his soul had been consumed by darkness. With every ounce of strength he possessed, he fought against the restraints that held him captive, his muscles straining and veins bulging.
"You are not merely a dead man walking, Rogers," Hussein hissed through gritted teeth, his voice dripping with venomous malice. "No, your demise will be far more gruesome and tortuous than you can fathom. I shall revel in every agonizing moment as life drains from your wretched body."
"Do we talk? Or…" Buck's voice dripped with newfound confidence as he leaned menacingly into Hussein's sneering mug. The room fell silent, the tension thickening with each passing second. Buck's eyes locked onto Hussein's, his gaze unwavering. "Do I lead you into town as the new Miss Cosmos?" His words resonated with an audacious boldness that sent shivers down Hussein’s spine. The mere suggestion of such a preposterous idea seemed to challenge the very fabric of the Arab spaceman’s reality.
Hussein's sneer faltered for a moment, his arrogance momentarily shaken by Buck's unexpected bravado. The room held its breath, waiting for Hussein's response, but none came. It was as if time itself had frozen, caught in the grip of Buck's unwavering determination.
Hussein's face froze, his eyes widening in disbelief as he struggled to come to terms with the reality that Buck now held the upper hand. Though a sense of defeat washed over him, he knew he had no choice but to speak up. His voice trembled slightly as he forced himself to utter the words, his tone laced with a newfound humility.
"I... I do not possess the knowledge of the Punisher's current whereabouts," Hussein admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, emphasizing his powerlessness. "In truth, nobody truly knows. However," he continued, his gaze shifting downward in deference, "there have been whispers that on occasion, both he and his sister, Penny, find solace within their family spacecraft known as the Jupiter 2."
As Hussein spoke these words, a sense of resignation colored each syllable. He realized that by revealing even this fragment of information, he was relinquishing any semblance of privacy and opening himself up to further scrutiny and speculation.
"Penny?" Buck's voice trembled with disbelief, his words hanging in the air as he desperately tried to process the weight of the new revelation. The room fell into a profound silence, each passing second amplifying the gravity of what he had just heard. "Do you mean Penny Robinson...the middle sister of Will Robinson?" His voice cracked, betraying his shock and confusion. "Are you saying...the Punisher is Will Robinson?"
"Yes," Hussein looked up at Buck, who met his eyes. "The Robinson Family of the Jupiter 2 is renowned throughout the Argus system for their exceptional skills and unwavering determination. The Punisher, he's not just a child anymore, maggot, he has grown into a formidable man, unmatched in his prowess. And let me make one thing abundantly clear to you—should you ever find yourself facing him in the vast expanse of the sky, you will undoubtedly regret crossing paths with such an extraordinary force!"
Hussein's voice carried a weight of caution and respect as he emphasized the Punisher's unparalleled power and expertise in aerial combat. The mere thought of encountering him sent shivers down Buck's spine, for he knew that this encounter would be unlike anything he had ever experienced before. The Punisher was not just another adversary; he was a force to be reckoned with—a force that could effortlessly outmaneuver any opponent and leave them gasping for breath.
"We'll see about that, Mr. Hussein," Buck replied confidently, a sly grin playing on his lips. His calm demeanor seemed to only further infuriate Hussein, who was seething with anger. "Where does he live?" Buck's voice remained steady and unwavering as he posed the question.
With an air of fearlessness, Buck continued, "You may think you have all the answers, but I assure you, I won't be intimidated so easily." His words carried a hint of defiance, challenging Hussein's authority and refusing to back down.
As Hussein's anger intensified, Buck's tone grew even more resolute. "I'm not one to cower in the face of threats," he declared firmly. "You won't find me trembling at your demands."
Buck's unyielding confidence seemed to unnerve Hussein further. With each word he spoke, it became clear that he was not a man to be trifled with.
"In a place called the Retreat. It is located beyond the second mountain range, to the north," Hussein declared with unwavering certainty, his piercing gaze fixed on the distant horizon.
"All right," Buck said, his voice steady and determined. He reached into his pocket and swiftly retrieved a jackknife, its metallic glint catching the dim light of the room. With a flick of his wrist, he effortlessly extended the sharp cutting blade, ready to free his captive from their restraints.
"Well..." Buck paused for a moment, contemplating the situation at hand. His eyes met Mr. Hussein's, who had been held against his will for far too long. Despite the circumstances, there was a hint of gratitude in Buck's gaze as he acknowledged the cooperation he had received thus far.
With a swift and precise motion, Buck brought down the blade onto the ropes that bound Mr. Hussein's wrists. The fibers snapped under the pressure, releasing him from his confinement. As the last remnants of restraint fell away, Buck couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him.
"...Thank you, Mr. Hussein," Buck said sincerely. "You've been.... most cooperative. You're familiar with the exit, I believe."
He wheeled around abruptly, his eyes narrowing as he fixed Buck with a penetrating stare. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down Buck's spine. "I hope you swiftly conclude your business with the Punisher," Hussein hissed, his voice dripping with menace. "And then, I strongly suggest you leave this planet before I reorganize my men, Captain."
The weight of Hussein's words hung heavily in the air, each syllable laced with a chilling warning. Buck could feel the gravity of the situation intensify as Hussein continued, his voice low and ominous. "Those who dare to sin against me," he paused for effect, letting the threat linger in the silence, "do not last long afterward."
As Hussein turned to leave, he paused momentarily in the doorjamb, ensuring that Buck understood the gravity of their encounter. Slowly turning his head to meet Buck's gaze once more, he spoke with an unsettling certainty. "We will see each other again...Plan on it." Buck nodded as Hussein walked on out.
Deciding that he couldn't afford to waste any time weighing the rogue's threat, Rogers quickly clicked on the subspace radio and re-established his audio/visual contact with his spaceship. "Searcher, this is Rogers. I have information on the Punisher's whereabouts. According to my informant, he's in a place called the Retreat. And, in case you're interested, he's the real Will Robinson of the Jupiter 2. Is Wilma with you?"
On the screen, the image of Colonel Deering materialized. Her face was serious as she spoke. "Buck, this is Colonel Deering. I'm here."
"Wilma," he said, his voice crackling over the comms system, "it's going to take me roughly two hours to get to the rendezvous point using the shuttle. I'm wondering, is it possible for you to meet me there in a starfighter? I believe that would allow us to cover more ground and have greater flexibility in our approach to the mission. I know it's a bit of an ask, but I believe it will be worth it in the end." He paused for a moment, waiting for her response, the static on the line filling the silence.
"I just need the coordinates," said Wilma.
"I'm not sure what they are, but the location is the second mountain range just north of Neutralis," replied Buck.
"Copy that. I'm heading over there now. Over and out," responded Wilma.
Rogers leaned back in the comfortable, well-worn pilot's chair and allowed himself a moment to relish in the thrill of anticipation. His heart raced as he carefully flicked the many switches that activated the engines, one by one. The hum of the engines grew louder and louder until it filled the small cockpit. Then, with a deep breath, he took hold of the controls and expertly piloted his little shuttle into the clear blue sky, feeling the exhilaration of flight pulse through his veins. As he soared higher and higher, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the boundless possibilities that lay before him.
"Punisher, here I come, ready or not."
Meanwhile, in a dimly lit passageway aboard the ship, Goodfellow desperately pleaded for the Colonel's attention, his voice echoing through the corridor. The urgency in his tone matched the intensity of his gaze, as every step they took seemed to deepen the gravity of the situation at hand.
"At least listen to me, listen I beg of you!" Goodfellow pleaded desperately, his voice echoing through the dimly lit passageway. The urgency in his tone matched the intensity of his gaze, as he tried to capture the Colonel's attention. Every step they took seemed to deepen the gravity of the situation at hand.
Wilma held a deep admiration for the old doctor, cherishing him just as much as she did Dr. Huer, the wise and respected leader of their mission, and her surrogate grandfather Noah Cooper, a valiant member of the renowned "Fighting 69th" squadron. However, despite her affection for Dr. Goodfellow, she knew she had to assert herself firmly. With a gentle yet resolute tone, she addressed him, making sure he understood the gravity of the situation.
"Dr. Goodfellow," Wilma began earnestly, her voice tinged with both warmth and concern, "I truly value your company and expertise. You hold a special place in my heart, just like Dr. Huer and Noah Cooper. But you must understand that taking you down to the surface is simply not an option for me." She paused briefly to let her words sink in before continuing. "Buck would be furious with me and so would the Admiral."
"The Admiral? Pish-tosh. He doesn't have to know, Colonel. No one ever pays any attention to me, why; I'll bet they wouldn't notice I wasn't there. And you know what, old friend? Perhaps that's my own doing. I've always been the one who blends into the background, the invisible mischief-maker lurking in the shadows. But you see, Colonel, sometimes I do believe that within a fleeting moment lies eternity itself. It's as if time slows down just for me, revealing a world of endless possibilities and boundless adventure. Oh, how exhilarating it would be if this were one of those moments! A stroke of luck so serendipitous that it would whisk us away on an extraordinary escapade beyond our wildest dreams."
Goodfellow chuckled mischievously as he twirled his mustache, his eyes gleaming with excitement. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Goodfellow whispered, "Let's embark on this whimsical journey and create our own extraordinary tale."
Wilma and Goodfellow strapped themselves into the sleek starfighter, feeling a surge of excitement as they prepared for their descent into Throm's atmosphere. The moment they were launched from the Searcher, the starfighter burst forward with an exhilarating force, propelling them toward their destination. As they hurtled through space, streaks of vibrant colors danced across the cockpit windows, painting a mesmerizing display that seemed to mirror the cosmic wonders beyond.
The sun, positioned perfectly in the vast expanse of space, cast its radiant light through the transparent canopy of the starfighter. Its golden rays flooded the cockpit, enveloping Wilma and Goodfellow in a warm embrace. The colonel's hair caught fire with an ethereal glow, transforming her into a celestial being amidst this interstellar journey.
As they descended deeper into Throm's atmosphere, a breathtaking panorama unfolded before their eyes. The planet's surface emerged like an artist's canvas splashed with vivid hues of crimson and amber.
Wilma checked her watch once again, the ticking of the seconds echoing in her ears. It had been an hour since they had embarked on this mission, and a wave of nervousness washed over her. This was uncharted territory for her, venturing so far away from Earth. The weight of responsibility settled heavily on her shoulders, reminding her that the success of this mission rested partly on her abilities.
As she glanced around the spacecraft, Wilma couldn't help but feel a sense of awe mixed with trepidation. The walls were adorned with intricate control panels and screens displaying vital information about their journey. It was a stark reminder that they were far from home, surrounded by nothing but the vast expanse of space.
The Admiral and Buck, both seasoned veterans in interstellar missions, had always exuded confidence and composure. But even they couldn't hide their anticipation for what lay ahead. Wilma found solace in knowing that she wasn't alone in feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety.
After forty-five minutes of flying, Wilma turned to her aged companion, Goodfellow, who was seated next to her in the starfighter's cockpit. As she glanced at him, she noticed a slight furrow on his forehead and a distant look in his eyes. Concerned, she gently placed her hand on his arm and asked with genuine worry, "Dr. Goodfellow, is everything alright? You seem a bit disoriented."
Dr. Goodfellow, renowned for his perpetually cheerful disposition, beamed at her and exclaimed with infectious joviality, "I'm absolutely over the moon! In fact, I haven't felt this exuberant since my teenage years spent exploring the vibrant landscapes of Mars." His eyes twinkled with a childlike delight as he shared his immense joy, radiating an aura of boundless enthusiasm that was impossible to resist. It was as if every fiber of his being had been rejuvenated, filling the room with an electrifying energy that left everyone captivated by his sheer zest for life.
Curiosity piqued, Wilma leaned closer to him, her eyes widening in anticipation. "What kind of vehicle did you ride on Mars during your youth, Dr. Goodfellow?" she asked, eager to learn more about her companion's past adventures. The thought of traversing the mysterious Martian landscape in some futuristic mode of transportation filled her with wonder and excitement. As she awaited his response, Wilma couldn't help but imagine the thrill of riding across the red planet's rugged terrain, propelled by a vehicle that defied earthly conventions. She yearned to hear tales of daring escapades and breathtaking journeys through the alien landscapes that had shaped Dr. Goodfellow into the person he was today.
With a nostalgic glint in his eyes, Dr. Goodfellow began to recount his thrilling and joyous experiences on the rusty, dusty surface of the red planet. "Ah, on Mars, my dear Wilma," he exclaims with excitement, "I rode the most magnificent vehicle called the Martian Dust Devil!
Wilma’s excitement built as she imagined the possibilities. “Tell me more, Doctor! What was this Martian Dust Devil like?”
Goodfellow leaned back in his seat, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Oh, the sheer exhilaration as it whisked me away across the barren landscape, swirling up clouds of crimson dust in its wake. The wind howled in my ears as I held on tight, feeling like a child on a wild adventure. The Martian Dust Devil was like nothing I had ever experienced before – a true marvel of engineering and ingenuity. It effortlessly maneuvered through the treacherous terrain, defying gravity with each graceful leap. The thrill of exploration coursed through my veins as I soared over craters and valleys, witnessing breathtaking vistas that seemed straight out of a science fiction novel. Oh, Wilma, those were truly magical moments that will forever be etched in my memory, reminding me of the boundless wonders that await us in the vastness of space."
Wilma's eyes sparkled with admiration as she realized the depth of Dr. Goodfellow's adventurous spirit. The more she learned about his exploits on Mars, the more she was captivated by his incredible stories. "You truly were the daredevil of Mars, Dr. Goodfellow," she exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. "I can only imagine the incredible memories you must have from those days."
Wilma turned to face Dr. Goodfellow, her voice now firm and tinged with concern. The weight of their mission hung heavy in the air as she spoke, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Dr. Goodfellow," she warned, her tone carrying a sense of urgency, "it's time to leave the memory lane behind us and delve into the depths of reality. We cannot afford to dwell on the past any longer; our priority must be finding Will Robinson."
Taking a deep breath, Dr. Goodfellow leaned forward, his voice urgent as he began to recount the events that had led to their dire situation. "Wilma, listen closely," he said, his tone filled with urgency. "We need to understand the history of the Jupiter 2 mission. It all began five hundred years ago when the Robinsons embarked on a mission to colonize a distant planet. Their destination was Alpha Centauri, and they were supposed to reach it in just five and a half years. But fate had something else in store for them."
“Go on,” Wilma Deering urged, her curiosity piqued.
Dr. Goodfellow continued, his voice urgent and filled with desperation. "As the Robinsons embarked on their perilous journey aboard the Jupiter 2, little did they know that a sinister presence lurked among them. Dr. Zachary Smith, a man driven by his own dark agenda, had cunningly managed to stow away on their spacecraft undetected. Unbeknownst to the unsuspecting family, Smith's ulterior motives quickly revealed themselves as he began systematically sabotaging vital systems on board. With each act of sabotage, their beloved ship veered further off course, hurtling deeper into the unforgiving abyss of space."
Wilma's eyes narrowed as she processed the information. "This man, this Dr. Zachary Smith, is the one responsible for their predicament?" Her tone was laced with a hint of worry, her mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation.
Dr. Goodfellow's eyes widened with urgency as he leaned in closer to Wilma. "Yes, Wilma. His actions led to their tragic fate, but that was not the end of their ordeal. You see, as time went on, the Robinsons entered a rip in the fabric of space-time, hurtling them into the 25th century!"
“Into our time?” Wilma exclaimed, her disbelief evident.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeMHhKi4Mdi
"Precisely," Dr. Goodfellow urgently replied. "They found themselves thrust into a world far different from their own, teeming with mind-boggling technology and lurking perils. It was a treacherous realm where every moment demanded swift adaptation and unwavering survival instincts, all while desperately yearning for a glimmer of hope to guide them back home."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt8ICcIw86S
Wilma’s face displayed a mix of awe and concern. “And all this time, Dr. Zachary Smith was behind it all?”397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1wLfkPGDFC
Dr. Goodfellow nodded once again, his expression grave. "Yes, Colonel. Smith's presence on the ship not only caused their initial misfortune but also played a significant role in their subsequent journey through space, and, ultimately, time," he explained with a hint of frustration in his voice. "He was a constant thorn in their side, always scheming and causing chaos."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrn4YRv4Mpb
As he finished speaking, Dr. Goodfellow's attention was momentarily drawn away from the conversation as he glanced out of the side window. Squinting against the blazing light of Argus, he couldn't help but admire the breathtaking view from the cockpit window. Interrupting his momentary distraction, Goodfellow leaned forward in his seat and asked eagerly, "By the way, have we arrived at our destination yet?"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGXS94tykDe
Wilma sat in the cockpit of their spacecraft, her eyes fixed on the control panel. The planet Throm stretched out beneath them, its rugged terrain and towering mountain ranges a sight to behold. She knew that they were approaching the second mountain range, but she needed to inform Dr. Goodfellow.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ10BnrK2Kp0
"Dr. Goodfellow," Wilma called out to him, "we're flying over the second mountain range right now."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJrmqs5h1D7
Dr. Goodfellow looked up from his work, his face lighting up with curiosity. "Ah, excellent news, Wilma! That means we're getting closer to finding the Jupiter 2 and locating the Robinsons' campsite."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡygCi50FtEw
Wilma nodded eagerly. "Yes, but there's a problem. The instruments are having trouble pinpointing their exact location. The mountains and canyons seem to be interfering with our readings."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcGRA7wTUzR
Goodfellow looked first to his left, and then to his right, hoping to spy something, anything that would provide clues to where Punisher called home. "According to my research," he explained, "the early colonists chose these canyons and valleys as their primary settlement sites."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPZCbdWzgbu
"Why would they choose such locations?" Wilma asked.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmyOlrNv4VF
"These canyons and valleys provided natural protection and resources for the early colonists, making them ideal for establishing their settlements," Goodfellow explained.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZaaIZ3Bs2p
As he gazed at the magnificent sight, Goodfellow couldn't help but marvel at the intricate patterns etched into the canyon walls. The accordion-like folds seemed to tell a story of the Earth's ancient past, each layer representing a chapter in its geological history. It was as if time had been frozen within these vibrant cliffs, preserving a record of the planet's evolution.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm7oug8MCT3
The red sandstone layers, with their warm hues, stood out boldly against the pale white clay and pink volcanic cliffs. Their vibrant colors seemed to dance in harmony with the surrounding landscape, creating a visual symphony that captivated his senses. It was a testament to nature's artistry and its ability to create breathtaking masterpieces.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCwR0WbxlN4
As his eyes traced the contours of the cliff face, he noticed how they were crowned by either black basaltic rock or sedimentary layers that had been deposited millions of years ago during the planet's birth. These contrasting elements added another layer of intrigue to this already mesmerizing scene.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmqaNazSgRf
"Look there, whatchoo think?" 397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8YBto8UQmK
As the starfighter soared through the narrow canyon, Wilma skillfully maneuvered between the towering pinnacles. The wind whistled through the cockpit, creating an exhilarating rush that sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She glanced over at the Doctor, who was calmly observing their surroundings with a thoughtful expression on his face.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe9vgFUVZwZ
"Good place to look anywhere, I'd guess," Wilma remarked, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and curiosity. She couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the Doctor's ability to navigate through such treacherous terrain effortlessly. "You must be psychic," she declared.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUG5MrJTGnM
The Doctor turned towards her, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Psychic? Oh no, my dear Wilma," he chuckled softly. "I'm just incredibly observant and have a knack for finding hidden treasures in the most unexpected places."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBVU545pNdV
As the starfighter soared through the clear blue sky, Wilma and Dr. Goodfellow peered down at the vast valley below. The lush greenery stretched out as far as the eye could see, interrupted only by a meandering river that snaked its way through the landscape. It was a breathtaking sight, but their attention was focused on something else entirely.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOS4OSfAEYV
"There it is!" Dr. Goodfellow exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "The Jupiter 2!"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSpF2TB3ona
Wilma followed his gaze and her eyes widened in awe. Below them, the Jupiter 2 rested proudly, untouched by time or decay. Its sleek metallic exterior gleamed under the sunlight, reflecting a rainbow of colors across its surface.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT96UQoOjDu
"It's incredible," Wilma whispered in amazement.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2ZSQDCDGx5
Dr. Goodfellow grinned from ear to ear, his eyes sparkling with delight. "I told you we would find it here! And just look at it – not a scratch or dent in it."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSDlRUve3wi
"It's not over yet," Deering cautioned, her voice filled with determination. The Punisher's presence lingered in the air, a menacing force that demanded their attention. With every passing second, their adrenaline surged, fueling their resolve to bring justice to the relentless vigilante.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuGfZ7GAE8j
"Hang on, old timer," Deering called out to his partner, a seasoned veteran who had seen it all. The lines etched on Goodfellow's face deepened as he braced himself for what lay ahead. 397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKEsLkqxRJJ
As the starfighter descended toward the heart of darkness, Deering couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. The Punisher was known for his cunning tactics and ruthless efficiency. They had witnessed his handiwork firsthand – the aftermath of his relentless pursuit of justice left a trail of destruction in its wake.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdWsBnkltki
She set the starfighter down in a copse of saplings and underbrush, carefully maneuvering it to find a hidden spot that would provide some cover. The dense foliage shielded them from prying eyes, giving them a momentary respite from the chaos that had ensued. Wilma, with her heart pounding in her chest, raised the canopy casing and took a deep breath before stepping out onto the unfamiliar terrain.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRlmeOXzY84
Goodfellow struggled to unbuckle his seatbelt. His hands trembled as he fumbled with the latch, his mind racing to process what had just happened. Sensing his distress, Wilma reached over and gently helped him unsnap the belt holding him in place.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIggxQMShim
Unseen by them, Penny Robinson observed Wilma pulling Goodfellow out of the cockpit, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched their every move.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDIItEvxC1L
With a determined expression etched on her face, Wilma gently guided Goodfellow to steady himself on both feet. Penny could see the exhaustion etched on his face, but also a glimmer of relief as he took his first steps away from the starfighter.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJnU4RQyagm
As they continued their journey across the rugged terrain, Goodfellow's voice echoed through the air, singing a captivating yet unfamiliar jingle. The melody danced on the wind, carrying his words far and wide:
397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAXHNSER32J
"My name is William Robinson,397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiy4zBl6uZC
A wanderer of forty-two years old.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0f1bSMmH9y
I've witnessed the blazing red hot of the sun,397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl9c0IEzheZ
And felt the chilling touch of blue icy cold.
With unwavering courage, I march ahead,397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZq0V1s1Hou
A laser firmly grasped within my hand.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzop6HhZCmY
Ready to face any challenge that lies in wait,397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBOIABsIjfv
I'll conquer even the one-eyed giant's land.
Through treacherous valleys and towering peaks,397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9BuHA5KJUh
I'll navigate this perilous path with might.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6ZHhMpJaXx
No obstacle shall deter my steadfast stride,397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBqxlbmM8Dw
For I am fueled by an unyielding inner light.
With each step forward, I embrace the unknown,397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY4X9HAhsQD
Embracing destiny's call with open arms.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIwk2QJQBPP
Guided by a spirit that knows no bounds,397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2nZytBoKyf
I defy all odds and silence any alarms.
The laser in my....”
Wilma winced against the elderly cove's lack of ability to carry a tune. The sound that escaped his lips was a painful assault on her ears, making her question the sanity of anyone who could enjoy such a cacophony. "What are you singing?" she asked, unable to hide the incredulity in her voice.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgOL5FAn0M1
An impish grin spread across Goodfellow's weathered face as he continued his off-key rendition. "An old spaceways song," he replied, his voice filled with nostalgia. "They call it 'The Ballad of Will Robinson.' Legend has it that as a mere lad, he gunned down a one-eyed cyclopean giant with a laser pistol to save his father's life." Just then, he stopped and looked to his left. "Oh--my goodness gracious!"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeGrZe7SGbY
Wilma couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as she stood before the magnificent statue, its towering presence casting a shadow over her. Goodfellow, too, was captivated by the sight, his eyes wide with wonder. The statue depicted a man of extraordinary beauty, his features exuding an air of reverence and tranquility.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnvIkwHsXVU
As Wilma studied the statue more closely, she marveled at the intricate details that had been carved into the stone. The man's hair cascaded down to his shoulders in gentle waves, framing his face with a natural elegance. Each strand seemed to have been meticulously sculpted, creating a lifelike texture that added to the statue's realism.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8vOhi0thgQ
The forehead on the statue was smooth and flawless, blending seamlessly with the rest of the stone face. Not a single blemish or wrinkle marred its delicate surface, giving the impression of eternal youth and purity. It was as if time itself had frozen in reverence for this remarkable figure.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDGyWAODDI9
As Wilma devoted more time to studying the statue, her fascination grew exponentially, for she couldn't help but marvel at the mesmerizing intricacies that had been meticulously carved into the cold, unyielding stone. Every minute detail seemed to come alive under her attentive gaze, capturing her imagination and transporting her to a different era.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXSZY2xDTUP
Her eyes fixated on the man's hair, which cascaded down in a magnificent display of artistry and craftsmanship, gracefully draping over his broad shoulders. Each strand was so precisely chiseled that it appeared as if it could sway with an ethereal breeze at any moment. The sculptor had managed to capture not only the physicality of the hair but also its essence - its weight, texture, and movement frozen in time.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡflWMjAlyC8
Wilma found herself lost in contemplation as she traced the intricate patterns carved into the strands with her eyes. She marveled at how each curl and wave seemed to possess a life of its own as if it were whispering secrets of the universe that only the sculptor had been able to unlock.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0deESyGh6D
Though the statue appeared harmless, almost ethereal in its presence, Wilma's curiosity gnawed at her relentlessly. She felt an undeniable urge to seek answers, to unravel the enigma that this mesmerizing figure represented. With a determined resolve, she decided to consult Goodfellow, who had an uncanny knack for deciphering the mysteries of ancient artifacts.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFEP7lYkCm7
Goodfellow scratched his bald head, a habit he had developed over the years whenever deep thoughts or perplexing questions arose. "How religious are you, Colonel?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity and genuine interest.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjuLOTDzjnY
Wilma met his gaze with a calm yet resolute expression. Her eyes seemed to hold a wealth of wisdom acquired through countless experiences and challenges faced throughout her life. With a slight smile playing on her lips, she replied in a measured tone, "I believe in God if that's what you mean."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdTXGjveir9
"What you're looking at is not just a statue of Christ, but a remarkable piece of art that holds within it the essence of history and faith," Goodfellow explained, his voice filled with reverence. "It is believed to have been meticulously carved based on a description of the external appearance of Jesus, as recorded in the epistle of Publius Lentullus, President of Judea." As he spoke, his hands gently glided over the statue's surface, exploring every contour and crevice. The texture beneath his fingertips revealed the dedication and skill of the sculptor who had brought this divine representation to life. 397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAdRu5OnXKC
"John Robinson was not just a devout man, Colonel; he was a man whose unwavering faith defined his entire existence. From the earliest days of his youth, he dedicated himself to collecting every Christian document he could lay his hands upon, cherishing each word as if it were a precious gem. Among his treasured possessions was an ancient copy of the epistle we now find ourselves discussing. As we stand here today, thousands of years and countless light-years away from the holy city of Jerusalem, it is truly remarkable to think that we have stumbled upon a representation of the Son of God Himself. The magnitude of this discovery cannot be overstated, for it challenges our understanding of time, space, and the very essence of our beliefs. And I'll tell you something else," Goodfellow declared, his voice laced with determination. "Punisher will be here, mark my words. He must be lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. So come along, my friend, but tread cautiously."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYqMQmhgurb
Moving like a jungle cat, Penny emerged stealthily from the dense undergrowth of a nearby meadow. Her lithe body moved with grace and precision, every muscle coiled and ready for action. As she approached the Jesus statue, her keen senses alerted her to the presence of Wilma and Goodfellow, who were engaged in an intense conversation.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTDWKqVC7B8
With a calculated pause, Penny pressed herself against the cold stone back of the statue, blending seamlessly into its shadowy contours. Her eyes narrowed as she focused on their words, and her ears perked up to catch even the faintest whisper carried by the wind.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR7nfj9qItn
The footing was much easier when they left the statue. Erosion from an ancient riverbed had smoothed a way for them, creating a natural path to the Jupiter 2, dead ahead of them. Wilma carefully followed Goodfellow's instructions, trying her best to avoid any missteps. The terrain was treacherous, with jagged rocks and loose gravel scattered all around.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqK9zmYDKaf
As they continued their journey, Goodfellow's persistent scolding echoed in Wilma's ears. "Mind where you go," he repeated sternly, his voice filled with concern. He stopped abruptly, his chest heaving as his breath sucked in with a hoarse gasp. His eyes widened, fixated on something in the distance. "Look! Look ahead!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with a mix of excitement and disbelief.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBWLrHAfxeD
"Where? What are you---?" Wilma's voice trailed off as her eyes widened in disbelief. 397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7hF6CEArj6
Dr. Goodfellow's eyes sparkled with excitement as he took in the sight before him. Without a moment's hesitation, he dashed towards the Jupiter 2, his aging legs carrying him with surprising agility. His heart pounded in his chest, matching the adrenaline coursing through his veins.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCeHrqSCQID
As he reached the ancient spacecraft, Dr. Goodfellow couldn't help but let out a triumphant cry. "Wilma! Can you believe it? The Jupiter 2! It's real!" His voice quivered with a mix of joy and awe, his years of research and dedication finally paying off.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOpvCqyCN8r
He stood at the open entry hatch, peering inside with anticipation. The dimly lit interior revealed a world of possibilities and untold secrets waiting to be unraveled. "We must go in, Wilma," he insisted firmly, turning to face her with unwavering determination in his eyes.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFATuj2DuE7
Wilma hesitated for a moment, her own astonishment mingling with caution. "Ease off, Doctor," she cautioned, her voice filled with concern. She knew that Goodfellow's enthusiasm often clouded his judgment, and she couldn't afford any reckless actions in this situation.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6BsQxELzWu
"What? What?" Goodfellow crooned, his excitement evident in his tone. He had always been fascinated by extraterrestrial life and the possibility of encountering new civilizations. The mysterious ship before them was like a beacon of adventure, beckoning him to explore its secrets.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY116QuV4U9
"We don't know who's inside that ship," she pointed out, her eyes scanning the Jupiter 2. The sleek metallic exterior gave no indication of what lay within. It could be a friendly encounter or a dangerous threat, and they needed to proceed with caution.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj4by4bGBvG
However, Goodfellow's determination remained unshaken. His unwavering belief in his capacity to persuade others was boundless. "Without a doubt, my dear child, we are completely unaware of the identity concealed within that enigmatic vessel," Goodfellow declared emphatically. "That is precisely why it is imperative for us to embark on this daring endeavor! We simply must venture inside and uncover the truth about its occupants."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡztTBWZrpcJ
As Wilma and Goodfellow drew closer to the magnificent spacecraft, a sense of awe washed over them. The gangway, gracefully extending from its side, seemed to reach out towards them, inviting them into its mysterious depths. Without a moment's hesitation, their hearts pounding with excitement, Wilma and Goodfellow sprinted towards the beckoning gangway. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their synchronized steps propelling them forward with an unstoppable force that defied all odds. Every fiber of their beings was consumed by adrenaline, fueling their movements and heightening their senses. It was as if time itself had slowed down, allowing them to savor every exhilarating second of this extraordinary adventure.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpE8X6xAKsl
As they finally reached the gangway, their hearts pounded in their chests, and beads of sweat formed on their brows. With a silent understanding between them, Wilma and Goodfellow locked eyes, their shared determination shining through. They knew that this moment marked a crucial turning point in their journey—a make-or-break moment where success or failure hung in the balance. The weight of responsibility pressed upon them heavily.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVG5G4qDIA2
The spaceship's sleek silver exterior gleamed under the light of Argus, its smooth curves reflecting the vastness of space. The air was filled with a faint hum, a symphony of machinery that whispered promises of adventure and discovery. As they entered the ship, Dr. Goodfellow couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy bubbling up within him. He turned to Wilma with a wide grin on his face and exclaimed, "Oh, Wilma! Can you feel it? This is the beginning of something extraordinary! We are stepping into a world where imagination knows no bounds."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRdoK4863RS
As they stepped into the expansive airlock of the Jupiter 2, its doors opening wide to welcome them, a rush of cool winds from the ship's ventilation system playfully tousled Wilma's carefully styled long hair, causing it to dance helter-skelter around her face. The gusts seemed to carry an air of excitement and anticipation as if whispering secrets of the adventures that awaited them in the vastness of space.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2DPVcrqV9L
Unbeknownst to Wilma and Goodfellow, Penny followed closely behind, her petite figure moving with a grace that resembled that of a feline predator stalking its prey. Her every step was calculated and deliberate, conveying an aura of mysterious intent. With each passing moment, her presence grew more enigmatic and enshrouded in an unsettling allure.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5OeWIcwcz8
Silently slipping past Wilma and Goodfellow without even the slightest rustle or creak to betray her movements, Penny skillfully maneuvered through the airlock. Her ability to blend into the shadows made her an expert in the art of stealth.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ8Fo6tyYEt
As they cautiously set foot onto the first level of the ancient Jupiter 2 spacecraft, a profound sense of awe washed over them. The moment their eyes beheld the interior, they were instantly engulfed in a mesmerizing sight that defied all expectations. The air surrounding them seemed to thicken with an otherworldly ambiance, as if time itself had willingly halted within these metallic walls.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjZKH0KciZA
Every step they took echoed through the silent deck, reverberating with a haunting resonance that spoke volumes about the mysteries this vessel held. It was as though the very essence of history had been preserved within these hallowed chambers, each rivet and panel whispering tales of forgotten journeys and untold adventures.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4vgeGV3Fkx
The walls, once gleaming with futuristic technology, now bore the marks of countless years gone by. Yet, despite their weathered appearance, there was an undeniable allure to their aged patina. It was as if every scratch and dent told a story of survival against unimaginable odds, a testament to the resilience and endurance of the human spirit, reminding all who entered of the indomitable will to explore and conquer the unknown.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfPmsFkWjTD
"My child," Goodfellow spoke suddenly, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and urgency, "I hope you can grasp the magnitude of what is unfolding before us. We stand here on the precipice, teetering on the brink of unraveling the enigmatic mystery that has confounded humanity for ages! Oh, my child, if only you could comprehend the profound implications of it all."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwCVkM9bHpP
His eyes gleamed with a fervor as he continued, his words pouring forth like a torrential downpour. "This discovery we have stumbled upon holds within its depths the potential to reshape our understanding of the world as we know it. It is not merely a matter of curiosity or idle fascination; no, my child, it goes far beyond that. It is an opportunity to unlock secrets that have eluded even the greatest minds throughout history."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCRQiBDXULp
"This means that men and women from Old Earth have not only survived but also managed to traverse time and space, finding themselves here in this distant era," Wilma explained, her voice filled with a mix of astonishment and curiosity. "And what's even more fascinating is that some of them, like Buck, arrived in the stars long before the invention of the Star Gate and plasma drive."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK3fsDnLuYD
Goodfellow's eyes sparkled with excitement as he eagerly clapped his hands together. "Exactly! That's precisely what it means!" he exclaimed, unable to contain his delight. His laughter echoed through the room. "Hah-hah-hah! Ohhhhhhh! Look, look look, look over here!"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqreCLRNgiS
Wilma turned her attention towards Goodfellow, her voice now tinged with both awareness and concern. "At what?" she asked, sensing that there was something significant he wanted to show her.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjdPiuijChW
With a mischievous grin on his face, Goodfellow pointed towards six vertical tube-like chambers that sprouted from the deck of his laboratory like bamboo shoots. Each chamber was made of gleaming stainless steel and had a transparent window at its center, revealing a mysterious blue glow emanating from within. Surrounding these intriguing structures were rows upon rows of highly technical cryogenic equipment, their intricate displays and blinking lights creating an atmosphere of scientific marvel. 397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZfHhfvVEzL
"These chambers are exactly as John Robinson described them in the written journals I discovered in the Archives," exclaimed Goodfellow, his eyes widening with astonishment. As Goodfellow continued his investigation into the mysterious cryogenic freezing tubes, he couldn't help but marvel at their uncanny resemblance to the detailed accounts penned by John Robinson himself. The meticulous descriptions in those long-forgotten journals had now come to life before his eyes, leaving him both exhilarated and unnerved. "They must have migrated to this planet from Old Earth," Goodfellow concluded, as there seemed to be no other plausible explanation for the discoveries we had made.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFf0u4Pb3Nh
Penny, meanwhile, had managed to slip away from Wilma and Goodfellow, who were engrossed in a conversation about their ship. Penny's fascination with interspecies communication led her to create a high-tech device specifically designed for this purpose.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAAFUvSYOOh
The communication device resembled a sleek wristband, adorned with intricate symbols and pulsating lights. It utilized advanced technology that could decipher and transmit various frequencies of animal vocalizations across different species. Penny had spent countless hours perfecting its design, ensuring it could bridge the gap between humans and other creatures.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhwLIqYPbTX
As Penny reached the lower deck of the ship, she activated the interspecies communication device. Its vibrant lights flickered to life as she initiated a series of complex commands. The device emitted a soft hum as it synchronized with nearby wildlife frequencies, searching for any potential response.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ52Jl9y8e3Y
Suddenly, from the dense foliage outside the Jupiter 2's viewport, a strange creature emerged. As it approached the Jupiter 2, its massive form cast an eerie shadow over the spaceship. Its body was covered in thick, scaly skin that shimmered under the rays of Argus. With each step, the ground trembled beneath its weight, leaving deep imprints in its wake.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxIsyMqkjhW
As it drew closer, a low and guttural growl emanated from deep within its throat. The sound was a menacing combination of rumbling thunder and primal aggression. Startled by the noise, Wilma assumed a defensive stance, looking around in all directions for the source of the uncanny sound. "What was that?"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVkquGqd0Vf
"Don't pester me, now, child," Goodfellow grumbled, his voice laced with irritation. He waved a dismissive hand in the air before reaching into the depths of his tweed jacket. With a flourish, he produced an exquisite antique magnifying glass, its polished brass gleaming under the dim light of the room. Methodically, he positioned himself closer to the olden freezing tubes that lay before him, their delicate forms encased in a web of frost.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOcKUlDI88O
The freezing tubes themselves were a sight to behold – relics from a bygone era when science and alchemy danced together in perfect harmony.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBj2yr5Z00i
Goodfellow's eyes were fixated on the row of freezing tubes in front of him. He couldn't help but wonder how they worked and what secrets they held. "Oh, if only I could take one of those things back to the ship with me," he muttered to himself, "I might be able to determine just exactly how they work." 397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqMG5sc5qgX
Wilma's voice broke through his thoughts, "Look out!" she shouted, but Goodfellow was too engrossed in his own musings to pay attention. 397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Kwyn0RV2V
He groaned, refusing to take his eyes off the tubes. He knew that if he could just get his hands on one of them, he could unlock the mysteries they held. "I'll bet Crighton could do it," he said, finally tearing his gaze away from the tubes to look at Wilma. "Why, with his analytical abilities, I know he could figure out how these things work."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlCVStcPChc
Then, out of nowhere, a neon-green fog flowed from the still-opened airlock, engulfing the entire upper deck. It emitted an eerie glow as if something otherworldly was exhaling within its misty tendrils. The air became heavy with the sound of a creature's loud exhale, resonating through the walls. Wilma strained her ears to listen but couldn't catch a glimpse of the mysterious being responsible for this unsettling presence.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZZOBhDVqKD
The scientist dropped his magnifying glass and whimpered in shock. "Ohhh! Ohhhh!"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPGzd2BFJig
Wilma grabbed him and pulled him hard. "Are you all right, Doctor?" she said.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsop3cWretj
"Yes, yes," he replied, "but I…."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0P1KBLsTA2
As Penny's gorillalike pet, affectionately named Bongo, stepped through the open airlock of the Jupiter 2, a sense of awe filled Dr. Goodfellow. The massive creature moved with surprising grace, its powerful limbs propelling it effortlessly.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ22KB7ugCSI
Bongo's thick fur rippled as he walked towards Wilma Deering and Dr. Goodfellow, who was just barely hanging onto consciousness near the astrogator. The sight of this unexpected visitor jolted Wilma back to alertness, her eyes widening in disbelief.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnq3PjDJ1gJ
Wilma's mouth opened slightly as she tried to comprehend what she was witnessing. She has encountered many strange beings throughout her interstellar travels, but never before had she seen a creature quite like Bongo. Its sheer size and resemblance to a gorilla would make one wonder how Penny managed to tame such an extraordinary companion.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcVy46irjMZ
Wilma's curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn't resist asking Dr. Goodfellow about the peculiar creature standing before them. She turned to him, her eyes wide with astonishment, and asked in a hushed tone, "Dr. Goodfellow, what kind of creature is that?"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡos4haZC7lh
Dr. Goodfellow paused for a moment, his brow furrowing as he observed the gorillalike creature before them. Its massive frame and powerful limbs were reminiscent of a silverback gorilla, but its elongated snout and sharp fangs hinted at something more exotic. He cleared his throat, preparing to share his educated speculation with Wilma.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAm0MH7bCF3
"Well, dear girl," Dr. Goodfellow began, his voice tinged with excitement, "based on its physical characteristics, I would venture to say that this creature belongs to the family Hominidae, but many times different from any species known to us; then again, it may not really be a hominid at all. Oh! Oh! I seem to be losing consciousness!"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGDHsfOKIms
Before Wilma could process Dr. Goodfellow's sudden bout of unconsciousness, a blinding flash of light erupted from the creature's body. A powerful laser beam shot out, disintegrating everything in its path with astonishing precision. The air crackled with energy as debris scattered in all directions.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ7w4lvFodh
Wilma and Dr. Goodfellow shielded their eyes from the intense brightness, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and astonishment. When the light finally subsided, they cautiously opened their eyes to find that the creature had vanished without a trace.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9k07QrhVum
"What just happened?" Wilma exclaimed, her voice trembling with disbelief.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2T8bSGy9rU
Buck, with a mischievous grin on his face, stepped forward from the shadows of the airlock. His confident stance and laser gun drawn sent a clear message - he was ready for anything that might come their way.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXv3ekhZKn1
"I just happened, Wilma!" Buck replied, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and excitement. "That creature didn't stand a chance against me."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCdPI4ZPqC4
Wilma looked at Buck, her eyes wide with curiosity. "But Buck," she said, her voice tinged with disbelief, "how did you know where to find me and Goodfellow!"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdUBg1dFXVP
Buck took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the surroundings as he tried to gather his thoughts. He knew that explaining everything to Wilma would take time, time they didn't have at the moment. The Punisher was lurking somewhere close by, and every second counted."Wilma," he began, his voice filled with urgency, "I promise I'll explain everything later. But right now, you need to focus on getting—-hey! What’s Goodfellow doing here?”397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWdEsMDKRzA
Buck's question hung in the air, his tone laced with shock and disbelief. His eyes widened as he locked gazes with Wilma, his mind reeling with a mix of confusion and concern. As Goodfellow, with great effort, struggled to stand up on his own two feet, Buck cast a piercing and disapproving gaze in Wilma's direction. The look on his face was one of absolute displeasure, clearly indicating his discontent with the situation at hand. Sensing the impending scolding that she was about to receive, Wilma couldn't help but plead with Buck, desperately trying to find a way to avoid his reprimand.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ14Qyximwm2
"I know I shouldn't have brought him," Wilma pleaded, her voice filled with a mixture of regret and desperation. Her words were tinged with a sense of helplessness, as she hoped to find some understanding from Buck. She continued, her tone pleading, "But it was so important to him, Buck. He had stumbled upon a truly remarkable discovery, one that had the potential to change everything."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZLHGlYpgdr
Just then Buck looked over his shoulder, his senses on high alert. The sound of footsteps had caught his attention, and he could feel the presence of someone nearby. His grip tightened around his laser pistol as he prepared for any potential threat.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ApnIEiojf
To his surprise, Buck's eyes landed on a woman, young, and dark-haired, almond-eyed, and dressed in a flattering lightweight red garment, her eyes wide with shock as she realized she had been caught. Buck wasted no time, his training kicking in. He swiftly pushed Wilma beside him, ensuring her safety, and raised his laser pistol for the second time since he'd arrived at the Jupiter 2.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7oZ7yk3SFf
Without hesitation, Buck stunned the woman with a precise shot from his laser gun. As the blue beam of energy struck her, she froze in place, her body immobilized by the weapon's power. It was as if time stood still for a moment, capturing the uncertainty and tension that hung in the air.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRjNqQjAO8O
The spacecraft's silence was broken by the hum of the energy dissipating from the laser gun. Buck's heart raced as he assessed the situation. Who was this woman, and why was she attempting to sneak out of the spacecraft? His mind raced with questions, his instincts telling him that there was more to this encounter than meets the eye.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcYlJCdldku
Buck took a step closer to the motionless woman, studying her closely. Her appearance suggested she was not a member of their crew, raising further suspicion. The vibrant outfit she wore hinted at a world far different from their own, a glimpse into the mysterious past of the 20th century.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfDDtbnvgx7
Goodfellow's hands clapped in glee as he beheld the intrepid space adventurer, his face beaming with joy. "Oh, I must convey to you, Buck, the sheer wonder and delight. Indeed, I am immensely pleased to see you! Astonishing news has come to light! I have made a remarkable discovery - the family of Will Robinson has truly endured, even into our present era! It’s nothing short of a miracle!”397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCvQfjzv7mm
Buck's entire being went rigid as a surge of adrenaline coursed through him. He knew that they had reached a critical point where miracles were no longer an option. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched the scene unfold before him. The strange woman lay on the floor, stunned by his actions. He knew he had to act fast and explain himself. 397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK9Ni9TT3mk
“Wilma, we need to get him out of here,” Buck said, his voice firm and resolute. “That woman has a possible connection to the Punisher, and I can’t take any chances.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCUsfVP7yTW
Wilma's eyes widened in understanding as she quickly assessed the situation. She nodded, her face mirroring Buck's determination. "I'll make sure he's safe," she replied, her voice steady.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa73gGv8Aaj
Goodfellow approached Rogers with a sheepish expression on his face. "I must admit, it was rather mischievous of me to insist that Colonel Deering allow me to accompany her," he confessed.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRdLmJyrDJc
"Doctor," Buck said bitterly, "would you like me to carry you bodily out of this tin can?"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaU0w7XR2X5
"Of course, if you're going to be so bloody rude!" Goodfellow regarded him with a mixture of deference that one gives to a superior and the slightly patronizing attitude that a scientist often exhibits toward a layman who chooses to meddle in scientific matters. Turning to Wilma he grumbled, "I've never seen him so testy before. You'd think he'd show some reverence for the marvels of the distant past!"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ4QFkkDDhp
"Yes, Doctor," Wilma soothed. "I know."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOqhzhRi1Mm
Goodfellow turned to Buck once more. "Captain, if it wouldn't be too much trouble……”397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjMkif2SWj6
"Wilma--get him outta here!” Buck hissed. “Get that shuttle outta this valley!"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb7Miogegw0
Wilma swiftly reacted to Buck's command. She wasted no time in taking charge of the situation and ensuring the prompt removal of Dr. Goodfellow from the Jupiter 2. Despite the doctor's continued protests, Wilma remained focused and determined to carry out her task efficiently.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXSqEa2oGP3
With a firm grip on Dr. Goodfellow's arm, Wilma guided him towards the exit of the spacecraft. The doctor's resistance only fueled her determination, and she applied just the right amount of force to keep him moving forward. The urgency in Buck's voice echoed in her mind, urging her to hasten their departure from the valley.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVz8ItW97Xz
As they stepped out onto the field, Wilma maintained her grip on the protesting doctor, not allowing any opportunity for him to delay their progress. Her steps were purposeful and swift, as she navigated through the uneven terrain, ensuring Dr. Goodfellow kept up with her pace.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ52PktKviTJ
The shuttlecraft, sitting at a distance, became their destination. Wilma's gaze never wavered from their target as she led Dr. Goodfellow across the field. She expertly maneuvered through any obstacles that came their way, ensuring a smooth and quick journey toward safety.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgsbn87OOw5
The doctor's protests grew fainter as they approached the shuttlecraft. The urgency in Buck's command had left an indelible mark on both Wilma and Dr. Goodfellow. They understood the gravity of the situation and the need for immediate action.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIkzAbgDJcY
With a final burst of determination, Wilma guided Dr. Goodfellow up the ramp of the shuttlecraft. She released her grip on him, but her watchful eyes remained fixed on his every move. The mission had been accomplished, and they were finally on their way out of the valley.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSoWCVuI164
During this time, the strange brunette woman slowly started waking up from the daze caused by Buck's laser gun. As her eyes fluttered open, she felt a throbbing pain in her head. With a groan, she attempted to rise to her feet, but her body felt heavy and uncoordinated. Her movements were sluggish, and she struggled to find her balance. Despite the difficulty, she managed to push herself up, using the nearby wall for support. The grogginess made it hard for her to focus, and the world around her seemed hazy and distorted. She blinked several times, trying to clear her vision as she tried to piece together what had just happened.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJLM85EExKZ
"Sorry,” Buck said. “If I'd known you were a lady I would've done that more gently."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Dl1jRWenA
"Who are you and why have you come here?" the woman demanded, her voice laced with suspicion and curiosity. Her piercing gaze bore into Buck as if trying to unravel the mysteries hidden within his very being."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGQiH0RB3WJ
With a calm yet confident demeanor, Buck straightened his posture and met her intense stare. "My name is Captain Buck Rogers," he began, his voice resonating with authority. "I hail from the illustrious spaceship Searcher, a vessel dedicated to exploring uncharted territories and unraveling the secrets of the universe."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡele9enhc78
As he spoke, the woman's skepticism slowly transformed into intrigue. She leaned in closer, captivated by the enigmatic aura surrounding this interstellar traveler. The room seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of what would unfold next.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRb0sGE2xyO
"I have journeyed across galaxies," Captain Buck Rogers continued, his voice carrying a hint of excitement. "And now I find myself on a mission of utmost importance - to locate and apprehend an elusive figure known as the Punisher."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeBxf2m5o66
The woman's response was immediate as if her mind had been primed for this very question. Her eyes flickered with a hint of curiosity, and she leaned forward slightly, her interest piqued. With a thoughtful expression on her face, she carefully chose her words before finally uttering, "To be completely honest, I must admit that the name you mentioned doesn't ring a bell in my memory. It's quite peculiar because I pride myself on being well-informed about various individuals from different walks of life. However, it is entirely possible that he may have slipped under my radar or perhaps his accomplishments haven't reached my ears yet."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjmm9ls3ITi
"He?" Buck thought, his curiosity piqued. That single pronoun was a glaring clue that caught him off guard. Buck realized that he had never explicitly mentioned the Punisher's gender. So how did she know? His mind began to wander back to the briefing, where they had been shown a group portrait of the Robinsons just before their momentous Jupiter 2 launch.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbIMRfWVwzS
In that photograph, Buck remembered vividly that Crighton had employed his exceptional electronic manipulation skills to age the image and help them recognize any familiar faces among the Robinsons based on how they would appear today. The robot's advanced algorithms and facial recognition software were utilized to predict how each member of the family would have aged over time.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqb7qQzvKgA
As Buck delved deeper into his recollection, he realized that Crighton's technological wizardry had not only enhanced the photograph but also provided valuable insights into each individual's distinctive features. The robot had meticulously analyzed every minute detail – from subtle changes in hair to the formation of wrinkles and the development of facial lines, allowing Buck to identify even the smallest nuances that would help him in his search for the Robinsons.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBCZ5U55Rnn
As Buck observed the confident yet mischievous glint in her eyes, he couldn't help but smile and utter, "Ten to one I'm talking to Penny Robinson." The way she effortlessly blended intelligence with a playful spirit confirmed his suspicion that he had indeed encountered the quick-witted and adventurous member of the Robinson family.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAaZUlmdPXM
As the conversation unfolded, the tension in the room grew palpable. "And what if you are?" she replied, her voice dripping with an air of arrogance. The question hung in the air, challenging the very essence of the situation. It was a moment of confrontation, where egos clashed and power dynamics shifted. The increasing arrogance in her tone was a clear indication of her growing confidence, or perhaps, her overconfidence. It was a subtle yet powerful display of superiority, a veiled attempt to assert her dominance in the conversation. With each passing word, her demeanor became more condescending, leaving no room for doubt about her utter disregard for the opposing viewpoint. It was a moment that demanded a strategic response, one that would assert one's own worth without stooping to the same level of arrogance.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKOyrOXuwGO
In a bold move, Buck made the decision to confront her haughty demeanor head-on, determined to match her grimness with his own. With a sardonic smile, he uttered the words that would pierce through her arrogance, "Ah, so that would make you none other than the middle sister of Will Robinson, the infamous Punisher." The room fell silent, the tension palpable as the weight of his words hung in the air. It was a calculated move, a verbal parry to challenge her superiority and assert his own presence. Buck knew that this confrontation would be a battle of wills, a clash between two formidable personalities. But he was prepared to stand his ground, ready to engage in a battle of wits and assert his own authority in the face of her haughtiness.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI61VxQHlEp
Buck looked at her with a mix of surprise and amusement as she let out a cackling laugh. Her self-aggrandizing tone only served to make the situation more amusing. "Will Robinson?" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with a hint of mockery. "If he ever heard you call him that, he would unleash his wrath upon you, tearing your head off with his bare hands, alien!" The thought of Punisher's potential fury sent a shiver down Buck's spine. He knew all too well just how vicious and relentless Punisher could be when insulted. The alien's warning served as a stark reminder of the consequences of provoking Punisher. The mere mention of his given name was enough to ignite a fire within him, turning him into an unstoppable force. It was a name that commanded respect and demanded caution. So, it was wise to think twice before crossing paths with Punisher and risking his wrath.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOZPd8BYcAX
Buck's encounter with Penny Robinson left him utterly astounded. In all his years, he had never come across a young lady quite like her. The way she interacted with him seemed to originate from an entirely different realm. It was as if she viewed him as some sort of bug-eyed monster hailing from the far reaches of the planet Ri-Rek, rather than a fellow human being. The manner in which she spoke to him was beyond belief, filled with a curious mix of intrigue and disbelief. It was evident that Penny held a certain disdain for beings from other worlds, and her disdain for "aliens" was palpable. Buck couldn't help but wonder what had shaped her perspective and how her unique mindset would impact their future interactions. "I take you don't care much for 'aliens,'" he said.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmQaYucQVms
"Care for them?" she demanded, her demeanor mirroring that of a cornered animal, her voice dripping with a mixture of anger and fear. She deliberately lowered her tone, adding a touch of harshness to make herself appear larger and more formidable than the imposing figure of Buck. "Thieves, murderers… all of them!" she spat, her words punctuated by a simmering rage. "That's what you are, isn't it? A hired gun sent here to kill Punisher?" Her accusation hung in the air, the intensity of her gaze challenging Buck to deny his true purpose.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM1dsYDklYX
Buck looked at her, his voice filled with reassurance as he spoke, "Rest assured, I have no intentions of causing harm to anyone." The words flowed from his lips, resonating with sincerity. "My purpose here is to locate the elusive Punisher and safely return him to where he belongs."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv7f8l6exzn
With a calm demeanor, Buck emphasized the importance of his mission. "I have been entrusted with the task of finding Punisher and bringing him back with me. It is crucial that he be brought to justice for his actions." His words carried a sense of duty and determination.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTlg9VkOq7r
Buck's commitment to his mission was evident in his unwavering resolve. "I understand the gravity of the situation and the impact Punisher's actions have had. I am determined to fulfill my role in ensuring that justice is served."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSkpWWRieik
As he spoke, Buck's words painted a picture of a dedicated individual, driven by a sense of responsibility. "I will leave no stone unturned in my quest to locate Punisher. It is my duty to bring him back and hold him accountable for his actions."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAbgRxCu2S2
With each sentence, Buck's conviction grew stronger. "I am prepared to face the challenges that lie ahead, for the sake of justice and the safety of all." His words echoed with a sense of purpose, leaving no doubt about his commitment.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyL5uOh5Scc
"And if he doesn't return with you—which, I must emphasize, he won't." 397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡccqr88Tyf8
Buck had reached his breaking point with her. The frustration boiled within him as he couldn't take it anymore. He turned to her, his voice filled with exasperation, and said, "You know an awful lot about someone you've never heard of."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLDu7tTgn1v
Penny, however, was not one to back down easily. She responded with a venomous tone, her words dripping with disdain. "Listen to me, alien," she spat. "I don't know who sent you to this place, but you can thank whatever ugly gods you worship that Punisher is not here."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7fTudeq5QZ
Buck's grip on her arm tightened, causing a slight twinge of pain. He had been searching for someone, and Penny had just informed him that the person he was looking for was not present. Buck's frustration was evident as he asked, "So where is he?"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡza4zbGgGYv
Penny responded with a hint of bitterness in her voice, "He's away." There was a sense of sarcasm in her tone as if she took pleasure in delivering the news.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKJDu63M5Bv
Buck was determined to get more information. He needed to know how long the person he was searching for would be gone. He inquired, "For how long?"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4axxgPd2fn
Penny's response was curt, matching the tension in the room. "I don't know," she replied, her voice devoid of any sympathy. It was clear that she had no intention of providing any further explanation.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvYwbOv3dMq
Penny could feel the tension in the air, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked at Buck with a mix of arrogance and urgency. "If you go from here now," she whispered, her voice trembling, "you'll live." She knew that leaving was the only chance for survival, to escape the impending danger that lurked in the shadows.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs6oefkQScu
But as she spoke those words, her eyes widened, and she paused, her voice dropping to a hushed tone. "Wait," she warned, her voice filled with a sense of foreboding. "And you will be punished." The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her, the consequences of staying in this dangerous place becoming all too clear.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcX1ypYfjUF
Penny's heart raced as she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "Vengeance is his!" she exclaimed, her words laced with a mix of fear and certainty. 397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnYjF6q6527
A trace of a smile broke the austerity of Buck's ruggedly handsome face. "Perhaps," he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. 397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoigtDfBWl7
Penny asked, "Do you honestly believe that he'll simply stroll into this place, allowing you to effortlessly pick him off from the concealment of the shadows? Absolutely not. You underestimate the Punisher’s capabilities. Instead, he will soar through the air, descending upon you with unparalleled force, reducing your vessel to mere fragments, scattered across the vast expanse of this planet.”397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxbi0JbH6g9
Buck's mind was consumed by the vivid memories of Punisher's ruthless attack on the starship Satellite of Liberty. The images of destruction, chaos, and the haunting screams of the crew echoed relentlessly in his thoughts. As he replayed the harrowing events in his mind, Buck couldn't help but acknowledge the undeniable truth. With a heavy sigh, he finally admitted, "You've got a point, I'll admit."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHwUJ1c4DsL
"Why don't you go back where you came from?" sneered Penny, her voice dripping with derision. Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of contempt and amusement as she taunted, fully aware of the effect her words would have. "You'll never capture Punisher," she continued, her tone laced with a smug certainty. "Even if you search for him, you'll never find him. No one who ever searches for Punisher can find him." Her words hung in the air, a challenge wrapped in mockery, daring anyone to prove her wrong. Penny's confidence was unwavering, her belief in Punisher's elusiveness unshakable. It was as if she held the secrets of the universe, confident in her knowledge that Punisher would forever remain a phantom, slipping through the fingers of those who dared to pursue him.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsD1uoJtV8K
"Yeah, he's a slippery character all right," said Buck, his voice laced with a hint of suspicion. His eyes narrowed as he glanced around the Jupiter’s control room, assessing the situation. The air was thick with tension, and he knew he had to act swiftly if he was to catch his target. Turning to Penny, he asked, "Do you have anything you'd like to pack before we go?"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbQxet1j7Z8
Penny's almond-shaped eyes widened with an intense surge of rage, her brows furrowing in disbelief at his audacious question. "Go? What do you mean go?" she spat out.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXeoeqpgw9e
"Leave here together," Buck said, his voice filled with determination. "Do you know the old saying about Mohammed and the mountain?"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbbSQ1CpW2m
She glared at him, her eyes burning with defiance. "I warn you, alien. Kidnap me—and Punisher will follow you and take his rightful vengeance!" Her words dripped with venom, a warning that echoed through the air.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKKWlBYekeX
Undeterred by her threat, Buck tightened his grip on her arm and forcibly pulled her closer. She struggled to break free, but his hold remained unyielding. "Maybe you didn't hear me," he replied calmly, his voice laced with an unwavering resolve. "Punisher will follow you and take his rightful vengeance!"397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL0ONJISUej
"Yes, I heard you," Buck said, his eyes narrowing with determination. "The magic word is—follow. See, if Punisher is so elusive that I can't find him, doesn't it make sense to have him find me? I’ve been chasing shadows for far too long, and it's time to turn the tables on this game of cat and mouse."397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsp0pk1gqMR
Penny stared at Buck, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. "You're a devious man, alien," she accused, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and caution. She had never encountered anyone quite like him before - his mysterious aura and enigmatic smile were enough to make her question everything she thought she knew.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9R5TZsUrhk
Buck chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on Penny's face. "I'm kinda taken with you too," he admitted, his voice filled with a hint of playfulness. There was something about her fiery spirit that intrigued him, drawing him closer despite the danger that lurked within their midst.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ75bsNF21IL
Unexpectedly, Penny's eyes widened with a surge of adrenaline as she summoned every ounce of strength within her. With a swift and unexpected maneuver, she managed to break free from Buck's tight grip, causing him to stumble backward in shock. As the realization of her newfound freedom washed over her, Penny instinctively brought her trembling hands to her cheeks, feeling the heat radiating from them.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDBPCQmoiVE
At that moment, an overwhelming surge of anger and defiance coursed through Penny's veins. Her voice trembled with a mix of fear and determination as she let out a scream that seemed to transcend human limits. The sound that escaped her lips was not merely a cry; it was an otherworldly howl that echoed through the room, sending shivers down everyone's spines.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1DabMmEUpr
"PUNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIISHERRRRRRRRRR!" Penny's voice reverberated off the walls, carrying with it an intensity that shook the very foundation of their surroundings. 397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8nDn3Mtius
Punisher, seated inside the cockpit of his Fury spaceship, heard the shout somehow, even though he was out in space. As he gazed out into the darkness, his heart pounded with a combination of determination and fear. 397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaNbEmUvVF4
"Penny?" Will's voice broke through the silence with a hint of urgency. As he gripped the controls firmly, he steeled himself for the challenge. The Fury hummed beneath him, eager to unleash its power when he commanded it. Immediately turning the Fury around, he maneuvered it skillfully toward Throm without hesitation.
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