Marcus ducked and rolled as a volley of laser fire tore into the decking next to him. He swung his carbine up to face the turret and fired, his barrage of steel bolts skittering off the metal hide of the defensive weapon. It swiveled on its axis, targeting him. He rolled again as another blast tore up the floor.
Break and cover! He yelled, diving for the protection of a pile of empty energy cells. More fire rent the air as Marcus team of marines sought out cover. Scarecrow winced as screams and yells of pain echoed around the wide hangar bay. He stole a glance out of cover and noted six dead or wounded laying on the decking, their horrific burn marks smoldering gently.
Marcus leaned back into as one of the turrets spotted him. He held onto his carbine tightly as laser fire ripped into the back of the empty canisters he was using as cover. The energy cells moved several inches under the impact, pushing Marcus closer to the wall.
Marcus! A voice yelled from somewhere to Scarecrows left. He turned around and saw Jayce Wilder stood in the doorway, a carbine resting in his arms.
Marcus turned and adjusted himself so that he was crouched low behind his cover. He nodded at Wilder, gesturing to the control room opposite before standing up and firing from the hip. Marcus laid down a barrage of fire, diverting the attention of the turrets as Jayce entered the hangar at a sprint.
When Marcus clip ran dry, he had no choice but to duck back into cover. Weapons fire sounded as Marcus retreated into cover. He rammed another clip into his carbine and looked back over his cover. Connors was firing at Jayce as he made for the control room access point. Marcus aimed down his weapon and fired at Connors, narrowly missing the Black Flag Brawler. The big man ducked back down behind cover inside the Thunderhawk, dodging Marcus onslaught.
Jayce finally reached the entrance to the control room and began hauling himself up the wall instead of going through the doorway. Using his fingertips to keep a hold on the metal support beams, Jayce swiftly reached the ceiling. He grabbed onto a cluster of dangling cables and tugged hard. The cables came out of the ceiling with a crackle as their severed ends sparked. As soon as the cables were out, the first turret fell silent. Marcus glanced across at the second, which was rotating rapidly to face Wilder. He caught a glimpse of movement in the control room behind the Admiral.
Jayce watch your back! Marcus yelled. Jayce didnt hear him however as he fired a blast at the second turret. It detonated with an angry fireball, scrap metal and debris falling loudly to the deck beneath.
Two more turrets swung loose from their berths in the ceiling further along the hangar and swiveled to target Marcus and the rest of his marines. He swore and ducked back beneath cover. He briefly saw Jayce smash one of the control room windows with the butt of his carbine and duck, ready to jump in. There was a dull thump and a cracking sound. Scarecrow chanced a glance around his cover and saw Jayce slowly pulling himself up on the decking below the control room. Confused, Marcus looked up to the window. His alternate self stood there, glaring down at the broken form of Admiral Wilder.
Horror gripped Admiral Scarman as he turned to see one of the new turrets rotating to focus on the downed Admiral.
JAYCE! Marcus bellowed at the top of his voice. But it was too late. The turret opened fire and the deadly stream of white hot laser fire ripped into the Admirals body, flinging him back against the wall. Marcus broke cover and began to sprint, firing his carbine as he did so. As he ran, several of the explosive rounds from his new clip hit the turret. A small string of explosions circled the turret before it exploded with one large boom and crashed to the deck.
Marcus quickly cleared the distance of the hangar bay and skidded to a halt beside the prone form of Jayce Wilder. He knelt beside his fallen comrade, reaching out to check his pulse. Wilder was alive, barely. His torso had been riddled with shots, smoking gently as his skin boiled.
Another detonation sounded from behind Marcus. He glanced around to see the still form of the fourth turret, his remaining marines slowly moving out of cover. Before he could turn back around however, something struck him from behind. His carbine went skittering across the deck, out of his grasp. He turned around, frantically trying to unloop his RPL from around his neck. A man towered above him, pressing a smart, black business shoe into the hem of the strap, trapping Marcus fingers beneath the fabric and pinning him to the floor.
Scarecrow stared up into the crazed eyes of his alternate self, his heart beginning to beat ten times its normal pace.
Hello, Tyrant Scarman hissed, I was wondering when Id be meeting you.
Tyrant Scarman looked down at the trapped figure beneath his foot. Admiral Scarman looked up at him defiantly, a spark of rage glinting in the mans eye. The Tyrant released his grip and kicked his alternate self hard in the ribs. The Admiral doubled over as the wind was knocked from him. Marcus began to jog across towards the open hatch of the Thunderhawk. He ducked as a barrage of fire strafed the deck close to his feet. The survivors of Admiral Scarmans team were consolidating, the nearest one firing directly at him.
Connors, Marcus yelled as he dove to the deck, I need covering fire.
He fired his blaster from his hip, scoring a hit on the marines shoulder. As he climbed back up to his feet however, something barreled into his back, knocking his weapon from his hand and throwing him to the deck. He reacted quickly however, rolling over and throwing his attacker to the side. The troublesome Admiral was back, a look of menace across his face.
What have you done with Victoria! The other man growled, reaching out for the Tyrants neck. Marcus dodged his alternate self and brought his fist up into the mans stomach. The punch was weak, but it distracted the other Marcus Scarman long enough for the Tyrant to make his escape. He ducked out of reach of his assailant and clambered to his feet.
Connors fired from the hatch, sending rounds hammering across the hangar at the other marines. Marcus made a run for it, ignoring the yells from his counterpart. The Admiral hauled himself up and broke into an unsteady run, chasing the Tyrant across the hangar. Tyrant Scarman was too fast however and sprinted up the loading ramp just as Admiral Scarman scooped up his carbine. Connors slammed his fist on the door controls, bringing the ramp swinging up with a slam. Scarecrow didnt even get chance to fire off a single round before the doors were sealed.
Inside the Thunderhawk, Scarecrow and Connors made directly for the cockpit, stepping over the still unconscious forms of Heather and Victoria.
Punch it, Marcus growled as the two sat in the control seats. Within seconds Connors had the engines warmed up and ready to go.
Outside the Thunderhawk, Admiral Scarman watched helplessly as the engines began to heat up. The whine of their growing power reverberated throughout the hangar. Marcus was forced to take a step back, shielding his face with his arm as the Thunderhawk lifted off the decking. It swung around on the spot and fired several blaster rounds into the hangar bay doors, punching a large hole in the hull. Air began to suck from the hangar bay, dragging everything along with it. Marcus dove to the deck and began crawling back to the prone form of Admiral Wilder.
With a sonic boom, the Thunderhawk tore from the open hangar bay, blasting out into space and sucking half of the hangars interior with it. Marcus stood up and dove to catch the limp body of Jayce Wilder as the sudden suction lifted him off the deck and dragged him towards the exit. The two men connected in mid air and fell to the gridwork with a thump. Marcus pinned Wilder to the deck with his own body, saving him from the howling winds. In what seemed like an eternity, Marcus held Jayce steady, praying that someone would raise the external forcefields. His wish came true as the winds died down, an energy field humming into life around the open wound in the hangar bay doors.
Marcus relaxed and looked down at Jayce. The man was horrifically wounded, burns and sears from the turret covering most of his body. Marcus leaned back in despair as he finally saw the extent of the mans wounds.
Medic, He turned and yelled to his surviving marines, I need a medic here now!
As he turned back however, a strange thing began to happen. An odd glow began to form around Wilders wounds. Marcus watched the strange, flickering phenomenon coalesce into one ever growing hue. Small bands of energy began to writhe and flicker around Wilders body as the strange glow throbbed, like the beating of a heart. To Marcus utter surprise, Jayces wounds began to heal.
The strange coruscating energies began to die down as Jayces wounds knitted themselves fully closed. Sat in a stunned silence, Marcus watched the prone body of the Admiral for a moment. Wilder took a deep breath, as if waking from a long coma. He flicked open his eyes and stared directly at Marcus. Scarecrow found himself rooted to the spot as he stared back, unable to break his eyes. Jayce Wilders eyes were now a vibrant blood red, not once wavering. Marcus swallowed hard.
Kurt flew in low over the closely grouped buildings, following the two Black Flag fighters as they descended towards an unknown target. Admiral Anderson had kept his distance, climbing to a higher altitude so that he could monitor the pirates from above. Manning was flying low; with the hope of following them on foot should they leave their fighters.
The two fighters suddenly twisted in the air and descended into a small landing area. Kurt slowed his Typhoon down so that he was barely moving and zoomed in on the two pirates with his forward cameras. The two ships were landing in a run down section of the LA capital. Kurt frowned as the wondered what it was they could want with this area of town. Some unknown contact? A weapons dealer perhaps. Kurt focused his attention on his starfighter and dropped it down into a clearing several blocks away from the staging area the pirates were using.
Lucas can you keep track of them, Kurt said into his communicator, Ive lost a visual.
Affirmative, Lucas voice replied through Kurts earpiece. Ive can see them, Ill guide you to where they go and then land myself.
Kurt cut the link and set his fighter down in a small concrete yard. As the Typhoons engines cooled down, Kurt popped the canopy latch and jumped out, landing squarely on his feet. His boots made little noise on the concrete as he carefully made his way over to a mesh fence that separated him from the street beyond. He swiftly scaled the fence and dropped down over the other side. Taking one last look at his Typhoon, he sprinted off in the direction of the two pirates.
Okay Lucas, be my eyes and ears. Kurt pressed his finger to his ear, keeping his eyes peeled for movement.
You can be your own ears, Lucas voice replied, Alright I can see you, take your next left. The two pirates disappeared into a building opposite their landing site.
Kurt took a left at the end of the street and jogged down a narrow, dirty alleyway. He turned right at the end and was confronted by another dimly lit street, stretching away into the night.
Where too now, He asked.
Keep going,
Kurt took to the street at a cautious jog, keeping to the shadows. He glanced to his right and saw the dorsal fin of the Hammerhead gunship poking out above one of the buildings that flanked the street.
I can see that Hammerhead, He said quietly, coming to a stop at the next corner.
Yeah, their landing site is just around that corner to your right. Lucas informed him, They went down the street to your left, the building directly across from you.
I see it, Kurt replied, It looks like a nightclub.
A nightclub, Lucas repeated.
Yeah, Kurt confirmed. I can see two men on the door. Ill have to go around the back.
Alright, Ill meet you in there, Lucas said, Im gonna drop down and land. Take care.
Lucas cut the link, leaving Kurt alone with nothing but his thoughts. He took a deep breath and moved down the street towards the neon lights of the nightclub.
Lucas slid silently in between the walls of the two tall buildings, taking care not to step on any rubble. One of the club bouncers stood no less than six meters away from him, ready to turn at the slightest sound. As Lucas moved, his foot caught a loose piece of brick that had crumbled and fallen from its host building. The debris fell off the wall and broke up on the floor with a distinct clacking noise. Lucas managed to creep through the gap just before the bouncer turned, disappearing into the shadows beyond. He took a deep breath, counting himself lucky that the bouncer hadnt seen him. The bouncer looked around for several seconds, scratching his head, before returning his attention to whatever it was that had occupied it before.
Lucas let his breath go slowly, edging himself away from the street. He finally dropped out into a small back alley. He ducked behind the shadow of two recyclers as a couple of bouncers looked his way. These two carried Mac40s, an old sub machinegun design that Lucas had encountered several times in the past. He drew his blaster pistol and edged his way around the nearest recycler, taking care not to expose himself with the light from one of the streetlamps. He glanced up at the fire escape above the two bouncers and thought hard. What he needed was a distraction. Thinking quickly, he looked about him for something he could use.
He noticed a half eaten energy plus bar on the floor beside the recycler, slowly decaying inside its wrapper. He delicately picked up the energy bar and chose his target. He then hurled the bar out into the open, towards a stack of round silver bins on the other side of the street. The bar hit the side of one of the bins with a clang, giving Lucas his window. As Anderson had hoped, the energy bar stirred up a hive of activity as a mob of rats jumped out of their hiding places to inspect the noise. They began clattering and squeaking as they fought over the energy bar. As the two bouncers turned the opposite way, Lucas broke cover and jumped for the edge of the fire escape, narrowly catching the metal rim with his fingertips. He quickly hauled himself up and onto the fire escape before the bouncers turned back around.
Relaxing for a moment, Lucas looked down at the two bouncers. One wore a well pressed black suit and a pair of neat, shiny shoes. The other however wore a tatty black jump suit with a red skull crest on his breast. Lucas didnt need to look twice to recognize the symbol of the Black Flag Corsairs. He turned away and began to climb the fire escape. Once he reached the top, he opened the fire door and stepped into the building.
It was dark inside, with no lights on up on the higher levels. Loud music hammered away from somewhere down below. Lucas closed the door quietly behind him and gave his eyes a moment to adjust to the dark. His blaster ready, he advanced into the black, relying more on his hearing and sense of smell to guide him. He descended down several flights of stairs, the thumping sound of music growing louder.
When he finally reached the bottom, the music rose to a crescendo. It seemed to be some form of new metal, a genre of music Lucas recognized as an early 21st century earth favorite. He arrived at a wide set of double doors masked with a sprayed on skull and crossed bones. Strobing lights winked through the gaps in the doorframe, indicating the activity taking place beyond. As Lucas pushed the doors open, he was almost deafened by the roar of a set of bass speakers close by. He holstered his blaster and mingled with the crowd.
Kurt, Im inside, Lucas said, discreetly pressing his finger to his earpiece.
Roger that, Mannings voice replied, Im over by the bar area, Ive not been able to spot our friends as of yet.
Confirmed, Lucas said, Keep looking, Ill move closer to the bar, but dont acknowledge me if you see me.
He let his hand drop to his side as he left the link. Gently pushing his way through the crowd, he began to make his way across to the bar.
Several meters away, Kurt Manning stood with a double bourbon, casually leaning on the bar but keeping his senses alert. The loud music blared behind him as he surveyed the scene before him. Bright lights flashed on and off in time to the deafening roar as countless half naked human bodies jostled and writhed to the sharp electric sounds. Men and women dressed in revealing clothing filled the nightclub; a sea of spiked piercings and ominous tattoos. Kurt observed the scene casually as his sipped his bourbon, still looking for the two pirates.
A young woman wearing an incredibly high skirt and black fish-net tights sidled up to Kurt, twirling a strand of her raven hair with the finger and thumb of her right hand. She held a shot glass in the other, filled with some unwholesome blue liquid.
You lookin for a good time handsome? The woman asked, pressing her body up to Kurt.
Im always looking for a good time, Kurt grinned as he looked down at her. But my idea of a good time is a leggy blonde and a few stiff whiskeys. Lets just say youre not my type.
The woman glowered at him, throwing back her luminous blue shot. She gulped the alcohol down and threw the glass at Kurts feet. The small glass smashed on the hard floor, but the sound went unheard beneath the thunder of the music. The woman gave Kurt one last lustful look before turning around and dancing back into the crowd.
After watching her go, Kurt returned to searching the crowd. He spotted Lucas moving casually through the throng of people, looking around him for any sign of the Black Flag Corsairs. Lucas made his way across the dance floor, subtly checking everybody as he went. He turned around when he got to the end of the room and gave Kurt a disheartened look. Kurt sighed and finished his bourbon, turning around to lean over the bar. He raised his hand and called across the barman. Before he could order his drink however, his eyes met those of a man sat across the room on the opposite side of the bar. Kurt found himself rooted to the spot as he stared into the eyes of Sayne Jadyn.
Sayne sat with one leg resting casually on the other, twirling a slender glass of red in one hand. He wore an infuriating smile as he gazed idly at Kurt. The two Black Flag Corsair pilots sat with him, as well as several other people Kurt didnt recognize. They were all looking directly at the bounty hunter.
****, Lucas, its a trap. He said, turning swiftly away from the bar and melting into the crowd. Get the **** out, now!
Kurt reached inside his long coat and thumbed the triggers on his duel snub-ended shotguns which rested in their holsters at his waist. He turned and began walking towards the door. As he tried to reach the exit however, the crowd seemed to fall thicker, people blocking his path and making his attempt to escape all the more difficult. He cursed and turned around, his eyes sifting through the mass of bodies. He saw Sayne calmly making his way through the crowd towards him. Turning back to look at the exit, he spotted two bouncers making their way towards him from the opposite direction.
They were trapping him. The whole time Sayne must have been following their every move, drawing them into the well thought out ambush he had set. Kurt growled and drew his shotguns. He primed their cartridges and they thrummed with energy as they came alive. The blue sight-line shone true from the target-finders mounted above the barrels of the weapons, illuminating the inside of Kurts large trench coat. With one swirling motion, Kurt brought his shotguns to bear, one arm aimed at Sayne, the other aimed at the incoming bouncers. He then raised his weapons into the air and fired. The crack of the twin shotguns drowned out the sound of the music as the small clouds of shrapnel tore from the twin barrels and blasted the ceiling, raining down bits of plasterboard on the heads of the dancers below.
People started screaming as the music cut off, diving for cover beneath tables or simply ducking down with their hands above their heads. Now that Kurt had a clear shot, he aimed at his targets again. He cursed as he saw that Sayne had vanished, but the two bouncers were still there. He brought both shotguns to bear on the two bouncers, firing simultaneously. Before the bouncers could bring their sub machineguns around in time, the twin shotgun blasts punched into their chests. Kurts deadly accurate shots killed the two men instantly, flinging them back several meters before they hit the ground.
Kurt then dove for cover, his dark form a blurry swath of leather as his trench coat fluttered behind him. He rolled as he hit the floor, crossing his shotguns over his chest. He came up by the entrance to the bar and kicked in the waist high door. The barman drew a long silver pistol from somewhere beneath the bar surface and aimed it at Kurt. A blast from his left hand shotgun silenced the bartender however before the man could squeeze the trigger. The body flew back into a stack of clean glasses, shattering them all in one go. Kurt ducked behind the bar and loaded two more shells into his left hand shotgun. He then aimed over the bar and fired the remaining shell in his right hand weapon at random, hoping to cause more confusion.
As he fumbled with two more shells, he pressed a finger to his ear.
Lucas, where the hell are you,
Im over in the sitting area, Lucas voice replied, Hiding behind an overturned table.
A high pitched screech rent the air as Lucas blaster pistol discharged in the direction of an unseen enemy. Kurt stole a glance over the top of the bar. He spotted Sayne Jadyn ducking down behind a speaker. He leveled one of his shotguns at the speaker and fired. The web of the speaker disintegrated as Kurts shotgun blast ripped it apart. Sparks flew out in all directions as the front half of the speaker melted under the impact. Sayne leaned around from the other side, brandishing an assault carbine. He fired the carbine from the hip, peppering the bar with fully automatic fire. Kurt ducked back down just in time as the bar top was ripped up into vicious clouds of wooden fragments. Glass bottles shattered above his head, raining sharp glass shards down from above. He flicked the neck of his coat up over his head to protect him from the deadly shower of glass.
Pinned down inside the bar circle, Kurt had no choice but to return fire. His only exit was blocked and there was no way of getting over to Lucas. The two would-be secret operatives had been well and truly fooled. Kurt cursed at his own stupidity as another volley of automatic fire ripped into the bar. There was nothing left to do but call in for backup. Danaan control this is Kurt Manning, He shouted as he opened a general distress channel, Admiral Scarman, anybody, this is Kurt Manning. Admiral Anderson and I are pinned down in a nightclub. Sayne Jadyn fooled us and led us here and now hes gonna kill us if we dont get out of here. Can anyone here me?
Kurt waited a moment before standing and firing both his shotguns at once. He ducked back down into cover and tried again.
Please, anyone, we need help! The channel began to crackle, making Kurts heart leap. Oh thank God,
Im afraid no one is coming to help you bounty hunter, Sayne Jadyn chuckled over the communicator. Ive blocked your communications, Im afraid Im the only one who can hear your pitiful plea for help.
Kurt cried out in anger. He was trapped and alone without any indication of backup. He roared in pure rage and stood up, emptying his shotguns in the direction of the maddening Sayne Jadyn. Sayne began to laugh openly over the communications channel, his snicker building up into a fully crazed cackle.
The Thunderhawk gunship roared as she entered the upper Los Angeles atmosphere. Her hull glowed a bright white as the intense heat built up on the navy blue paintwork. The crest of the Freedom Fighters sizzled and peeled as the stolen dropship broke through. Streaking towards the planets capital at speeds of over a thousand miles per hour, the Thunderhawk began to trail massive streamers of smoke as her hull cooled drastically in the drastically changing environment.
On board, Tyrant Marcus Scarman gripped the arms of his chair intently as the ship bucked around. He had tied down his two captives so that they werent too badly injured in the decent and had attempted to contact Sayne Jadyn. His hails had been ignored however, evoking a rage within the Tyrant that struck fear into the hearts of most. Connors remained quiet as he piloted the ship down towards the sprawled city below.
Whats our ETA, Marcus said sulkily.
Ill have us down on the landing pad in seven minutes, Connors said, not taking his eyes off the monitors before him.
Make it quick, Marcus snapped, looking away out of the window at the tunnel of dark clouds.
As the Thunderhawk finally leveled out, Marcus released himself from his entry seat and wandered into the back of the vessel. He made his way across to his captives and knelt before them. Young Heather Scarman was still deeply unconscious, the sharp blow to the head having done its job thoroughly. Victoria Wade however was groggily coming around. A line of dry crusty blood lined her forehead and her skin seemed somewhat paler since Scarecrow had taken her captive. She came around and met his gaze, her eyes still betraying her dazed state.
Yyou, She said, her voice croaky.
Tyrant Scarman grinned, taking her chin firmly in his hand. He stroked gently stroked the skin of her cheek, relishing in how smooth it felt against his rugged thumb. Victoria tried to turn away, but winced as a jolt of pain shot through her neck.
You bastard, She whispered as she let go to the pain.
Marcus grinned and pushed her head back. She opened her eyes once again and looked directly into his.
You and I are going to have some fun, The Tyrant said bitterly, You were taken away from my grasp once, it wont happen again.
The towering hotel block was one of the tallest buildings in downtown LA Capital. Standing nearly one hundred stories high, the tower added to the dense forest of buildings that made up the downtown area. Twin beams of light soared into the sky above, flanking the large illuminated word Starwood. Aircars and starships cruised by, their headlamps creating a strange effect along with the maze of lights that lit up the LA night sky. Floating landing platforms drifted idly about the hotel at different levels, offering close parking to its patrons. The landing platforms were airborne by powerful ArtGrav systems which kept them aloft indefinitely.
Tyrant Scarmans stolen Thunderhawk came to rest on one of the floating platforms, hydraulic columns of steam venting from her ventral ports. The forward access ramp swung open and Scarman strode out with Connors close behind. Victoria walked behind Connors, her arms bound to her sides with a long length of rope and her mouth gagged with a strip of tape. Connors carried the limp form of Heather Scarman over one shoulder.
The miserable convoy strode across the landing platform to the floating access dais, a smaller section of the landing platform that broke away and took its occupants across to the tower block its self. Marcus waited until the others were on board, ignoring the deathly looks given to him by Victoria. He stepped up to the single console on the smaller platform and punched in a code. With a click, the access dais disconnected from the landing platform and buzzed away idly towards the towering form of the Starwood Hotel.
---
Seras Victoria glanced over her shoulder as the three HiME agents sped towards their targets on their jetbikes. Miyu Greer and Harada Chie were close by, keeping their heads down as they sped along the open freeway. Seras looked back in front of her, noticing a pair of red lights up ahead.
A four wheeled vehicle roared along the cracked concrete highway, flames occasionally jetting out of its exhaust pipes. Whatever this vehicle represented, it was obviously meant to be loud. Seras pulled up along side the speeding vehicle and inspected its occupants. Three youths sat in the car, one at the wheel. They all looked too young to be driving. Seras thumbed the throttle on her jetbike and sped past the roaring ground hog, her two comrades doing the same.
She chuckled as she imagined the shock on the youths faces as she ate them up in a matter of seconds. Gunning her jetbike, she bolted off ahead, her thoughts returning to the task set out before her.
Ive got a fix on the last known location of the Admiral, Miyu voxed across the HiME Agents private channel.
Excellent, Seras said, dropping her bike back several meters to allow Miyu to take point, Lead the way.
The three jetbikes bolted off into the night, turning off the highway down a narrow backstreet.
Fleet Admiral Merlow met Marcus and Jayce in the hangar bay, a full compliment of Freedom Fighter Marines marching behind him. Thomas Serov stood next to the Fleet Admiral, both of them kitted out for war. Klaus Reinhardt strode in after the marines, a small team of his own walking neatly behind. Marcus met Robert Merlows gaze as the Fleet Admiral came to a stop before him.
What is the situation Admiral, Robert asked neatly.
Tyrant Scarman escaped sir, Marcus replied, Hes got Captain Wade and Heather Scarman captive.
Then were bound for the planet, Merlow said, turning to the last two remaining Thunderhawk dropships. Kit yourselves out, were launching in ten minutes.
![[Image: Scarecrow-Jupiter.png]](https://i.ibb.co/6FqxTqG/Scarecrow-Jupiter.png)