*Starting Scene*

A Vulpes shifts its gaze towards Sebastian while speaking with a hint of concern portrayed. "No connection is available, sir!"

Sebastian momentarily exhibits agitation before doing a double-take between Harper and Kairi as seriousness forms. "Got any idea what's causing it?"

Harper makes eye contact with Sebastian, matching the male's personality. "It can't be the Black Ops. The Jammer doesn't reach this far from the planet." The Caucasian draws his concentration to the Syndicate members. "There isn't a single craft nearby, correct?"

A few of the suited characters firmly answer Harper's question via shaking their head after viewing the gentleman.

Kairi brims impatience as she has her arms folded together and fidgets her right leg. "My motherly instincts are going haywire! We must move, fast!"

Harper glimpses at Kairi while restraining the urge to laugh prior to focusing onward. "I agree." He specifies his vision towards Virago, which is a considerable distance away. "Let's stick close to them until we manage communication. If anything major were to turn up, we'll be quick to counteract it."

Sebastian nods with his sight resting upon his comrades. "Fine, although I don't know how we'll do much against half-decent threats. Our cannon was demolished and it looks like your allies aren't equipped for head to head combat."

Harper's quite intrigued. "Valid point. I have to discuss why they're lacking that. How were they able to last so long in space, hunting down criminals? They'd require a high caliber crew to at least secure their safety from attacks." The adult chuckles with an impressed demeanor established. "Actually, it's the most reasonable explanation and that's simply incredible. Obligates me to think that we shouldn't fret too much for our inability of contacting them. Them being here is evidence of how formidable they can be."

*Scene Change*

Virgil intently watches Callahan, silent to the extent that he's mainly listening to his own breathing, and a mild humming produced from Alpha.

Callahan faintly moves his Glock farther from Lacey as that compels Eve and Fey to ready themselves to implement an attempt in rescuing the mechanic.

Doyenne hurriedly sways her body to obtain her friends' attention while solemnly whispering, "He's luring us. There's no opening for you two right now."

Eve and Fey instill their gaze onto Doyenne with tension enveloping them.

Suddenly, Callahan utters with confidence emitted, "You're smarter than most. You remember how well I was fairing with the star and learned that I took this woman hostage to minimize the effort I'd have to put. So, I'll ask you. Who are you willing to offer up?"

Anemone gulps out of nervousness before gingerly commenting, "V, I think I oughta'-"

Virgil harshly interrupts Anemone in a low volume, ensuring that the speakers won't convey their conversation. "Hell no! You understand that Callahan is ranked above A True Villain! We can't neglect why that is by trusting him!"

Callahan eventually adds to his previous speech. "It was kind of rhetorical. If you chose to sacrifice this chick, I'd kill her, everyone else in the room and then take the Asian by force. I'm trying to make things easier in general, but..." The Irish steadily brings the muzzle of his weapon back onto Lacey's head.

Doyenne abruptly shouts with a hint of a pleading tone included, "Wait!"

The Victress members hastily gawk at Doyenne, wondering what their leader intends on doing, as curiosity lightly shows itself from Callahan's expression.

Doyenne inhales profoundly until courageously declaring, "Allow me to go with you instead!"

Multiple gasps echo throughout the hangar while Eve fiercely exclaims amidst confronting Doyenne, "No way I'm permitting that!"

Doyenne ignores Eve's outburst and relaxes her voice to politely talk with Callahan. "I oughta' suffice with whatever you need. I don't see how I'm inferior to Anemone, unless you're depending on certain PHYSICAL aspects."

Virgil turns his person westward to depict Anemone as he blandly remarks, "She's referring to your chest size in case you thought it's your hair color."

Anemone blushes out of embarrassment with some surprised demonstrated prior to gritting her teeth in an upset manner.

In the meantime, Virgil reverts his sight to Doyenne while noting her glancing towards him for an instance and becomes serious as he narrows his eyes.

Callahan soon states without deviating his concentration from Alpha, "It's nothing of the sort. Any female would fit the task, but I made the conscious decision that it'd be her. I'm not fond of altering my choices."

Doyenne gradually advances towards Callahan's posterior. "Believe me that it's better to make an exception. From what I discovered, Anemone's a pain in the ass to have around."

Anemone furiously yells after rapidly standing upright, "Hey!"

Virgil chuckles and bends forward with his head hanging. "Nobody can currently hear you."

Callahan sighs. "Why are you so determined to replace this individual?" The indigo-eyed fellow motions his head towards Lacey during the conclusion of that inquiry.

Anemone bluntly rebuttals. "I doubt you'd comprehend. You're a criminal reputed to end folks lives with complete callousness. It'd be strange if you knew the importance of friendship."

Callahan cocks his head to the left, temporarily processing Doyenne's words. "With that logic, I can't possibly dispute that." The young man swiftly tosses his gun into the air, catching the onlookers off guard, while the Glock comes apart. Once the dismantled tool commences its decent, Callahan assembles the Model 29 within his left hand and angles himself so he's poised sideways, containing his left sector towards Doyenne's vicinity to aim the weapon accordingly.

Panic envelopes everybody besides Doyenne, compliments of the brunette wanting to prove that she wasn't merely playing tough. Following that, Eve and Fey strive to defend Doyenne, however, immediately notice Callahan adjust the direction of his western appendage to point the gun at the pale dame's lower extremities.

Upon accomplishing that, Callahan forges an opening on the region of the floor Doyenne's stationed before the beauty plummeted into it.

As that transgressed, Eve and Fey halted their movement to observe the portal with disbelief radiating until urgency overcomes the broadsword-wielder while rushing towards the hole. Sadly, the silver-haired lady wasn't fast enough and was denied entrance into the opening via it hurriedly shutting. Right after, Eve emanates ferocity while snapping her focus towards Callahan, aiming her weapon at him with her right hand. "What did you do?!"

Callahan haphazardly shoves Lacey away from him, causing her to stumble towards Alpha, amidst nonchalantly responding. "I accepted her request." The guy drops his left limb next to its corresponding area. "She saved you all, so be happy that you're alive." Callahan promptly registers the terrain tremble due to a couple of heavy thuds originating from where he pushed Lacey.

Simultaneously, Lacey quickly dives to the right after briefly facing Alpha since it's the source of the noise, having discern that the robot is charging towards her. A split second later, it is revealed that the Mech's targeting Callahan once it ceased its progression with Alpha's right foot hoisted above the criminal.

Callahan sets his vision onto Alpha's limb with no difference to his conduct presented. "You shouldn't have any issue with me. Weren't you solely worried about me snatching Anemone from you?"

Virgil instantly displays animosity while Alpha drives its foot down, although fails to collide with Callahan thanks to him sneakily crafting a portal below him so he would depart from Virago.

Because of that, Alpha lands a strong stomp on the floor, considering that the rip Callahan's Model 29 summoned was too small for it to pass through, with another vibration occurring prior to an infuriated cry is expelled by Virgil.

Anemone stares at Virgil in a surprised manner, refraining from communicating that way he can relax on his own.

In the Victress personnel's case, they share Virgil's frustration and watch the spot Doyenne previously stood at.

*Scene Change*

Callahan descends from the ceiling of the main Syndicate vessel that Whatley resides as he's temporarily in a crouched position. Not long after, the gentleman feels his body begin to levitate with intrigue encompassing him while scanning his surroundings. This ultimately leads to Callahan mounting his gaze towards Whatley, who's situated to his right since the white-haired male is currently confronting the front of the room.

Whatley smirks with his arms crossed before gesturing his head rearward to direct Callahan to the source of his airborne state.

Callahan investigates, witnessing Doyenne ahead of the lone doorway while possessing both hands fixed towards the fellow. At that exact moment, the coat-endowed character gains a glimpse of the gem Doyenne's touching via her left hand's fingers as he casually says, "You volunteered, and yet, you're already misbehaving. Guess you'll be a hassle to deal with too."

Doyenne sternly retorts, ensuring that no one attempts something against her throughout. "Contrary to what you think, I'm only doing this out of precaution. I don't know where you brought me, but it's clear that I'm in dangerous waters. Nonetheless, I'll stay true to our agreement." She hesitantly grins. "I appreciate it by the way."

Callahan diverts his attention from Doyenne towards the northern section of the control room. "Save your gratitude. I could've killed some of your friends during the small period it took for me to get here. You're relying on compassion out of a normally ruthless individual."

Doyenne confidently nods. "Why not? You were willing to go along with my selfishness, despite your usual process of doing stuff. That's basically the definition of it." The grey-eyed chick suddenly experiences an intense headache, fully disrupting her concentration, and clutches at her skull with both hands while slumping onward as she groans in agony.

As a result, Callahan is free from the gem's power while the soles of his shoes swiftly come into contact with the terrain. Then, the lad repairs his posture with a laid-back expression aimed towards Whatley. "Thanks." Callahan disassembles the Model 29 he maintained inside his left hand and eventually points his anterior towards Doyenne.

Whatley scoffs. "Ya' the one who chose to permit her the opportunity to trap ya'. I would've waited 'til ya' resolved it alone, but we ain't got the time. Anyhow, we figured out a neat little fact while ya' were gone." 

Callahan exhibits interest. "Development already? Such convenience."

Whatley rolls his eyes with pessimism portrayed. "Depends on ya' outlook of shit. It's more like a massive pain to go through."

Callahan sustains his attitude and veers himself towards Doyenne's location. "I'm listening." The Irish slowly goes to Doyenne, who's barely managing to remain standing as her legs are visibly wavering, and switches the Model 29 with his Glock. Doing that, Callahan presses the gun onto Doyenne's forehead while forcing the femme to view him, however, without straightening her constitution.

Meanwhile, Whatley explains with seriousness added, "All of our ships are in sectors of the universe away from the conflict between the Galactic Government and the two groups they've had major problems with for a real long while. Ya' know... The Lacertas and Taurians."

Callahan stares at Doyenne via an emotionless demeanor, which the long-haired damsel counters with a defiant glare, while asking Whatley, "You called that neat? Anyway, what does that have to do with it?"

Whatley plainly replies. "There's a chance that the place where constant fighting's going down is the same place to find him. It answers why no one has ever run into him. They'd never believe he'd be so close by to the action, hence them not putting a single effort to verify."

Doyenne joins the discussion, even though she continues to suffer from Whatley's psychic power, as a bit of skepticism is brimming. "Whoever you're searching for, wouldn't they have been discovered by now if that was accurate no matter what? The spots the Lacertas and Taurians commonly battle are filled with folks. It's impossible to go unnoticed, unless the person lives in total seclusion. Still, one day, they'd need to get out to gather food."

Whatley laughs and stations himself to his left sufficiently so he's capable of seeing Doyenne. "Ya' being too narrow minded, girl. Weird, factoring in that you got that ability you used on Crest earlier. Countless mysteries are spread across the universe and it's those type of things that the Galactic Government are afraid of."

Doyenne observes Whatley with confusion. "You appear to know something they wouldn't want you to. Is that another reason your bounty's so high?" The beauty abruptly grimaces from discomfort because of Whatley increasing the strength of his power.

Whatley demonstrates a smug smile. "It might, but honestly shouldn't. As ya' can tell, I'm a deadly son of a bitch. Not to mention I got a huge amount of subordinates and resources. If that ain't earning me their fear, I'm gonna' make them sorry."

Callahan turns his head to the left to apply his focus upon Whatley. "Lay off her. You accidentally kill her, you'll have to concern yourself with me." 

Whatley raises his hands to opposing sides of his head, amused a tad. "Whoa! What's with this all of a sudden?!" He drops his limbs and mildly contorts himself forth while teasingly questioning, "Got a crush on her, maybe?"

Doyenne's baffled with her face growing red a little while Callahan is unfazed by Whatley's inquiry, simply establishing a bland conduct.

Whatley instantly rolls his eyes prior to fixing his composition as he frowns out of minor aggravation. "Ya' as dull as always when it involves this sorta' shit. I swear, pissing ya' off is the only method available, huh?" The adult entwines his arms again while setting his attention westward. "Ain't worth it since ya' would retaliate by shooting."

Callahan refrains from talking further until asking with vague curiosity portrayed, "Finally done?"

Whatley nods amidst lifting his right arm towards Callahan and Doyenne's vicinity to gesture it carelessly. "Yeah, I stopped."

Doyenne promptly registers that the pain channeled onto her brain is gone, substantially astonishing her, while striving to adjust her posture as she lowers her hands somewhat. To her disappointment, the young lady is detained by Callahan pushing the Glock against her flesh more and becomes tense while specifying her concentration to the guy, considering she was previously watching Whatley speak.

Callahan has his sights on Doyenne as he coldly comments, "Understand that what Whatley stated before was the truth. You won't entrap me with that gem again. From here on out, do as I instruct you and you'll be fine."

Doyenne can't help giggling and shuts her eyes as she gradually finishes restoring her stance to be upright. "Funny. I didn't anticipate this whatsoever." She administers her gaze back onto Callahan while grinning. "The 4th most wanted criminal isn't totally heartless."

Callahan removes the Glock from Doyenne, dismantling it in the meantime. "Obviously. A part of me is still human." The fellow walks around Doyenne's left, shifting his vision to the doorway, and travels towards the Bridge's exit.

Doyenne witnesses Callahan's maneuvering with criticism emitted while thinking, "What could compel him to discern himself as anything else?"

Callahan reverts his focus to Doyenne. "Come on. It's gonna' take a while for any updates to happen. I'll divulge the purpose of you being here. Unless you desire to stay ignorant. I'd advise against that though."

Doyenne modifies her behavior to faintly present uncertainty prior to accepting via a sharp nod as she commenced following Callahan.

Callahan briefly pauses his journey and mounts his attention upon Whatley. "Be sure to order as many of your men to meet with us after checking the other galaxies. We'll aim for one of the likeliest he's hiding in. The center of the war." The indigo-eyed gentleman resumes his departure from the room with his concentration on where he's going.

Whatley observes Callahan for a few seconds until navigating his sight to the Syndicate personnel while tenacity surfaces. "To the origin of the human race it is. That's gonna' have a major effect on Crest, but of course, he's aware of that."

*Scene Change*

Walking deep into the cruiser she was brought to, Doyenne ultimately finds herself inside a big clinic as the chick is poised in front of the automated door that's towards the western region. 

Concurrently, Callahan marches to the opposite section, eventually halting at a medical bed that carries Simone's unconscious body. Afterwards, the lad grabs the lone chair that's next to Simone's right and slides it accordingly so he could sit within it while directed towards the Italian.

Doyenne glances at her surroundings, noting the technology that's collected to treat and examine patients as several doctors are busy rummaging through files. Then, the pale female sets her vision towards Callahan as she immediately keys onto the fact that he's motioning her to advance via his right hand elevated beside his head while keeping his eyes glued to Simone. Comprehending what may transpire if she refuses, Doyenne steadily complies with caution exhibited.

Callahan, without looking at Doyenne, remarks while leisurely leaning his posterior onto the chair and contains both hands hanging at their respective areas, "You're from the colonies, so you know how crazy stuff can be for no good reason."

Doyenne arrives to the right of Callahan as she's quite shocked before questioning with a defensive tone mixed in. "How did you figure that out?!" The dame hurriedly smacks her left hand over her mouth while deviating her gaze to Simone.

Callahan nonchalantly utters, having her the small slapping sound Doyenne recently made, "No use restraining yourself. He won't be waking up just yet." The white-haired character views Doyenne out of the corner of his eyes. "To answer your little outburst by the way. I recognized you from documentation I came across. It was details about my people, so I couldn't resist learning everything I could through reading it."

Doyenne's jaw drops a tad. "Wait... You're from Earth 02 as well?"

Callahan bluntly declares, "Precisely, although I resided there only when I was a baby. I left 'cause of Earth 03's government. You oughta' know what I'm referencing. Our age gap isn't that wide."

Doyenne radiates annoyance. "Their proclaimed MARTIAL LAW on us, correct?! Seriously, how could they even label it as such?! They're the ones who defected! The nerve of them, attempting to control the people they abandoned!" The grey-eyed individual instills her focus ahead of herself. "To top it all off, they distorted the truth and turned us into the villains of the whole ordeal!"

Callahan randomly inquires, "Would you wish to go back if permitted the opportunity?"

Doyenne's partially confused until glaring at Callahan with hostility forming. "It's not like I couldn't! I'm the leader of Victress! I have a ship and crew that's more than capable of any voyage as long as we prepared properly first!"

Callahan shakes his head. "You misunderstood why I asked. I'll rephrase myself. How do you feel about your home planet?"

Doyenne grows speechless with memories of her old life fill her head, specifically the struggles she endured. Not much later, a cold attitude plagues the brunette as she retorts with her hands clenching into fist. "Didn't you say that you're already familiar with my background thanks to some documentation you discovered? You don't require me to inform you of it then."

Callahan sighs and switches his attention to Simone again. "Here's a tip. Move on from the disdain invoked by your past. It'll merely tie you down. Either live in the now or gun for the future."

Doyenne momentarily ponders over Callahan's statement prior to displaying a scrutinizing demeanor. "You must believe that's easy to do. It might be for you, but not everyone functions the same way. Simply telling me to get over it doesn't help."

Callahan nods. "Indeed, however, that isn't the point. It's something you plainly needed to hear and I felt that it was imperative to mention before I let you in on a bit of what my intentions are involving you."

Doyenne steers herself to confront Callahan while backing away with nervousness shown. "Um... That last part didn't sound right..."

Callahan solemnly narrows his eyes amidst tilting his head towards Doyenne. "Get your head out of the gutter and perhaps you wouldn't perceive things that way."

Doyenne demonstrates a hint of shame as she unites her arms at her anterior and caresses the left sector of her hair via her right hand, gingerly groveling in the process.

Callahan pays no mind to Doyenne's current personality, having repaired his head's angling, and calmly comments, "I'm gonna' utilize you as bait."

Doyenne swaps her conduct with suspicion while drawing closer to Callahan a tad. "That's not really better than what I was worried about."

Callahan applies his vision to Doyenne once more, somewhat surprise. "Are you serious?" The coat-wearing fellow gazes onward with a pensive expression arising. "Well, if you think so. It's your perspective." Callahan sharply exhales to regain his composure. "Regardless, this is what I require of you. After that, it'll be up to me to obtain what I desire." He resets his concentration towards Doyenne. "I warn you. I'm not obligated to guarantee your safety."

Doyenne scoffs as she lightly bends towards Callahan. "I'm well aware of that, although you've been acting contrary to your reputation."

Callahan cocks his left eyebrow. "Don't be fooled by speculations from folks. It can't possibly define who I actually am since I usually ensure that nobody can speak of my nature in its entirety. There's even very little information Whatley and his subordinates possess about me."

Doyenne nods. "I kinda' comprehend where you're coming from." The beauty smirks. "Seems I have nothing to fret over. If barely anything is known concerning your character, that signifies you're able to positively catch people off guard. The same can be said in opposition, but you'll prove which side you're on eventually."

Callahan delivers a moderately criticizing look. "Wow... You're a strange one." He relaxes his behavior. "That's a compliment just so we're clear."

Doyenne contentedly responds. "I know. Thank you."

*Scene Change*

Traversing through a wormhole, an armada of enormous, grey and black ships stylized similar to Aircraft Carriers is presented with the word "Earth" engraved at each ones left. Accompanying the large collection of vessels are countless jets resembling a General Dynamics F-16 Fighting Falcon as they bare a crimson color scheme, except for the ship that leads them that wields a gold paint job. Then, communication is conveyed from the pilot of the craft situated ahead of the rest to the fleet via a firm, masculine voice. "We'll be reaching our destination in two minutes! Our comrades are partaking in a heated battle with 5 Terminators! We're going to be in the thick of it as well upon exiting, so follow the formation I devised to the letter!"

Everyone else release a valiant cry to portray their acceptance of the male's instruction, which is heard due to their microphone being connected.

Ultimately, the gentleman is revealed inside of his jet, dressed in a green flight suit decorated with multiple medals that easily imply his high standing among the group, while peering upward as the black tinting of his helmet blots his face and is strongly gripping the craft's controls. After doing that, the guy brings his sight forward as he mutters to himself with determination reflected, "It's never been achieved, however, we'll make history with this huge move of ours and drive fear into the hearts of those Taurians. It starts within the galaxy we left behind. The Milky Way. And when it ends, I'll undoubtedly return to my loved ones."

With that, the whole armada are on the verge of leaving the wormhole's confines and persist their eagerness as they are oblivious to the fact that someone's pursuing them. 

Fortunately, it's Suta who's tailing the fleet while retaining a considerable range, casually sitting atop Iota with his legs crossed, and states in an amused manner during his observation of the team of ships, "A bunch of wishes are oozing from them. It's moments like these that have me excited to learn how much folks are willing to put at stake for attaining their hopes and dreams." The young man slants his head rearward, containing his hands on the aura-based board to secure stability, and shuts his eyes while enthusiastically breathing out. "This is gonna' be great!"

As soon as Suta exits the wormhole, a mournful sigh haphazardly reverberates from the surroundings with the source nowhere to be depicted.

Despite that, Suta isn't alarmed by the sound at all and lowers his head with his eyes opened now, resonating vague irritation. "Well, that's a mood killer. I thought you finally quit trying to guilt me into granting your wish. You haven't bothered me in a long time after all." He veers his vision skyward without altering his stance, adding some ferocity to his attitude. "My answer's no different, Exca."

A depressed cry echoes from every direction, however, that fails to deter Suta from his decision while waiting for Exca to become silent. Several seconds later, the enigma whimpers until registering that Suta's aura is gathering at his right hand, causing a frightened gasp out of it.

Suta promptly gets to his feet once the aqua-colored essence solidifies to forge Omega as he points the sword forth and diagonally. "Whining will only provoke me. We aren't compatible. Stop with the spoiled temperament, unless you switch that wish of yours to me eliminating your existence. Damn the repercussions."

Exca grows quiet again prior to a loud noise emanating from Suta's right.

Suta shakes his head amidst muttering with his hoisted appendage dropped, "Blocking out the sounds of the universe to make sure I was listening. It'd be cruel of me to grant your desire. If I'm not up to the task of dealing with you, it'll be difficult for anybody else." The poncho-endowed individual his attention eastward as he immediately witnesses numerous explosions, implemented by lasers from the Taurian's Terminators and Earth 03's armada.

The pilot of the gold jet abruptly yells in a commanding method, having his machine swiftly elude the barrage of beams propelling towards him, "The best defense is a good offense! Don't even contemplate faltering, you hear me?!"

Multiple voices tenaciously chime, although a few of them follow that with distraught scream because of the enemy's onslaught landing and effortlessly killing those in jets.

Suta shows sympathy while navigating himself to face towards the conflict. "Tremendous valor, but sadly, a lot of them are gonna' die." The star administers his focus solely on the gold jet and establishes a small sum of delight. "The human in charge is amazing though. He's not afraid whatsoever. Probably 'cause he comprehends what he desires and is completely devoted to acquiring it." Suta chuckles as he quickly begins journeying towards the battle. "Such an excellent role model for many. Can't allow that to go to waste now, can I?" Determination resonates in the lad's eyes without ceasing Iota's mobility.

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...