The news about Penaconia hit like a system crash. Sanzu put down the half-disassembled blaster and frowned, as if the equation didn't have enough data. Boothill leaned back in his chair, balancing on his hind legs, and paused with a half-empty can of energizer to his lips.

"Penaconia? Stellaron? Yes, and our cutie is there?!" - Boothill growled, slamming the chair back on all fours. The power engineer gurgled miserably. - "All right, these snobbish owners should be put in their place!”

Sanzu, always more reserved but no less determined, silently took out his terminal and began typing rapidly. His fingers flew over the keys, searching for information, analyzing risks.

"Our baby… Nameless... Star Express… She always had a way of finding adventures on her beautiful head, " - he muttered to himself. – "But also to get out of it."

Tension hung in the air, but there was anticipation as well as anxiety in it. They both knew you very well. They knew your stubbornness, your loyalty to your friends, and your desire for justice bordering on recklessness.

"Well, cowboy," - Sanzu looked up from the screen, looking at Boothill with his piercing eyes. - "It's time for us to remind our old friends what real galactic aid looks like."

Boothill grinned, baring his metal teeth. "You read my mind, samurai. It's time to wake up these sleepy flies. And yes, she will definitely be happy to see us."

They acted quickly and smoothly. Sanzu, thanks to his connections and ability to pull information out of thin air, provided them with access to Penaconia, bypassing bureaucratic obstacles. Boothill, with his charisma and persuasive (or intimidating) skills, has assembled a team of volunteers ready to kick the ass of any corporation that dares to threaten their girlfriend.

The mood was combative, but behind the jokes and bravado was genuine concern. They understood that Penaconia wasn't just another mission.