*Starting Scene*

Inside of the spaceship called Virago, specifically the navigation area, a thin, female brunette with long, straight hair nearly reaching her ass and pale skin stands before the huge screen permitting visibility of space. Also, the dame's having a meeting with over a dozen women as her clothing is comprised of a violet, button shirt covering the black interior shirt she's wearing, khaki pants and black shoes. Right now, the woman's light grey eyes glances at her companions, brimming a stern personality, while her left hand caresses the edges of one of her hair's locks as the limb's counterpart rests below it for support.

The others patiently await the beauty's words while significant tension can be detected.

The brunette finally decides to speak as she angles her head toward the left, sustaining her conduct throughout. "You're telling me that we've paid off our recent debts, but are low on money to stock-up?"

Many of the chicks hesitate in rebutting with some understanding that there is no use delaying the inevitable and sharply nod.

The pale individual sighs out of disappointment while shutting her eyes and hanging her head, having repaired its positioning first. "I should've predicted such. Even with $5 million, we'll keep on struggling to make end's meat." She snaps her head to implement her sight towards the group with tenacity established. "No dilly dallying then! Let's search for are next target!"

The crew promptly exclaim in agreement as a handful commence to work on transparent screens floating above their station prior to a tan, mildly busty, young lady with sleek, silver hair barely passing her shoulders and turquoise eyes walks toward the clear leader of the assortment of women. She's dressed in a leather black jacket with gold lining across and along the attire while possessing matching short shorts as her over-the-knee boots are black. Once she arrives ahead, the character grabs the hilt of the broadsword strapped to her back via her right hand, ultimately drawing it to swiftly swing it at the left of the grey-eyed person's neck.

The brunette doesn't flinch whatsoever since she comprehended that her ally would stop inches from contact, which indeed occurred.

Determination is displayed by the sword-wielder and fervently declares, "Whoever it is, I'll catch 'em for sure! You can sit back for that time, Doyenne!"

Doyenne confidently smirks. "I know you will, Eve." The femme detaches her right hand from her left arm to grip the blade of Eve's weapon via her index finger and thumb, descending her left limb in the process, as an aqua-colored gem is notably embed to the appendage's rear. "You're always capable in some manner."

Eve retracts her blade to mount it onto her posterior again while quite pleased and maneuvers herself towards Doyenne's left so she could view the immense monitor.

Doyenne turns herself accordingly to do the same as Eve and soon utters in a commanding tone, "In the meantime, notify everybody else that we're doing the usual and will manage what we can for supplies when arriving at another planet!"

A fair-skinned dame hurriedly responds from one of the two posts located at the southwest corner from Doyenne's perspective if she were to steer her head left, having a substantially curvy constitution, golden eyes, long, blonde hair tied into twin-tails that curl towards the end and a white/beige dress tightened by a brown corset. "I'll inform them, Doyenne!" She taps on her screen to project her voice through the ship, divulging the details fast.

During that, a second chick with a white/light blue, stripped uniform talks while her section of the desk is poised beside Eve, owning a petite body, dark complexion, dark green eyes and pink hair tied into a bun, as she exhibits faint frustration. "We really need to start thinking what it will take to live in complete comfort, worry free."

Doyenne bends onward to instill her focus to the woman as her right hand is planted upon her hip. "Whining won't accomplish a thing though. Baby steps, Tessa."

Tessa scoffs amidst making eye contact with Doyenne. "That's been our course up to this point. Are we simply waiting for a miracle?"

An orange-eyed individual situated behind Tessa enthusiastically joins the conversation, her Hispanic ethnicity showing through her accent, and has her burgundy hair in a medium-sized Afro while solely wearing denim overalls. "Wouldn't it be magnifico if we could merely issue a wish and be granted in a blink?! Like the legend states!"

Eve aims her concentration towards the source of the recent outburst while demonstrating a criticizing behavior as she had fold her arms together. "There goes Marie. You never quit dreaming, do you?"

Tessa firmly answers in Marie's place, although the latter already did it via sharply nodding as her conduct wasn't deterred. "It's fine! I'd want that too!"

Doyenne elbows Eve with her right limb, instantly gaining the character's attention, and warmly says, "Allow them to dream. We both understand that the Legendary Star isn't real, but it's a means for people to permit their imaginations to run wild." She fixes her posture. "Hell, we might be the ones in the wrong. A bunch of stories go around about it. A ton of aliens even treat it like it's something sacred and earnestly scour the universe to find it."

Eve sighs as she reverts her vision to space while muttering, "If it was true, why couldn't it help those seriously in need? It's similar to God."

Doyenne vaguely registers Eve's words, plagued by sadness, until an alarm abruptly resounds through the room while the leader analyzes her surroundings and shouts with stress radiating, "Someone report to me!"

A slim, gorgeous, Indian, young lady with brown hair tied into a pony-tail, containing dark eyes and has a white/pink Choli on, sprints next to the eastern part of the Bridge while checking the several radars under the crew's disposal as she frantically replies, "An enormous dark cloud is present at 3 o'clock!"

Eve emanates confusion as she confronts the damsel. "Why would that provoke any sort of warning?"

Tessa urgently retorts while pressing multiple icons her transparent monitor is producing. "What's within it is the problem! Readings confirm a fleet!"

Doyenne specifies her gaze to Tessa. "Who are they?! The Mensians?! We're in their territory, so it wouldn't be surprising!

The blonde from earlier remarks with fear visible, watching her own screen, "I pray it's them! They're generally good natured! 

Doyenne switches her sight to the curvy female. "Signifying that it can't be them! Primarily 'cause the alarm's designated to detect known threats! Kelly hit the nail on the head! They wouldn't be a danger unless we stir trouble!" The pale woman angles her focus to the member sitting beside her left. "Lita, let's see through the main image to discover who we're dealing with!"

Lita, a busty redhead with straight hair reaching to the middle of her posterior, light skin, purple eyes and a red Sedona-styled jumpsuit, immediately complies by typing a few times before swiping her screen via her left hand.

Following that, the gigantic cloud is portrayed from the front sector, despite it being towards Virago's right, as the monitor steadily reveals the fleet while each spacecraft among the group are thrice the length and width of the Victress' ship.

Eventually, Doyenne keys onto the emblem of a reptile engraved atop the yellow ships' anterior while panic consumes her. "The Lacertas! The must've tracked us down!"

Eve navigates herself to the display, sharing Doyenne's attitude. "Who would've thought they'd come this far to get revenge?!"

Doyenne clenches her hands and veers her concentration to her bottom left to temporarily stare at the floor. "Shoot! The precise reason I didn't want that interview! They probably saw what Virago looked like!" She hastily glimpses towards her crew as a strict demeanor forms. "Prepare evasive actions! Tell the rest that stuff's gonna' be hectic and the mechanics to not slack off if damage is received!"

The associates quickly accept Doyenne's orders as chatter and rapid movements are heard.

Marie suddenly calls out while standing up with both hands perched on her desk, "Doyenne! Should I send a distress signal to the Mensians?!"

Doyenne administers her vision to Marie via confronting the Hispanic. "Good idea! They have issues with the Lacertas! I doubt they'll ignore them trespassing wielding that in mind! Use a private frequency, so the Lacertas don't find out!"

Lita unexpectedly chimes in, astonishment enveloping her, and had positioned her face near the monitor of the Asian member located at her left, "That's unnecessary! Zhi's screen discerns the Mensians' armada towards 9 o'clock! It seems they realized the Lacertas were here!"

Eve directs her attention to Lita as delight establishes itself. "Awesome timing! We'll slip by 'em!"

Doyenne shakes her head while experiencing an uneasy sensation with her eyes glued to Lita and Zhi, who's endowed in a green, silk flower dress and owns very short, black hair. "No... It's the exact opposite. Their arrival means we aren't the Laceras' goal. They initial desired a conflict with the Mensians." The dame desperately observes her comrades amidst passionately yelling, "Brace yourselves!"

The two collections of ships begin to fire energy-based ammunition from their cannons, striving to destroy their adversary fast, and fully neglect Virago's existence as explosions are generated whenever the shots collided with something solid.

Virago's personnel stumble about in random intervals thanks to how neither the Laceras or the Mensians are attempting to strike the craft.

Simultaneously, Doyenne holds onto Kelly's post due to the numerous impacts Virago's withstanding forcing her towards it as she's contorted forward and narrows her eyes while sternly inquiring, "Where's the evasion I requested?! Do you all wanna' die?!"

The members of Victress swiftly shout in disagreement while doing their best to have Virago elude the plethora of attacks as the ship journeys forth.

Eve, noticing the duo bombardment's trajectory, demands during her gripping of Tessa's station, "Descend! It'll be easier to escape their line of fire!"

Not allotting the opportunity for the women to follow Eve's instruction, a massive wormhole materializes with minimal warning from the luminescence that briefly twinkled.

The majority of the Bounty Hunters are startled at the unprecedented entity and yell in unison, "Doyenne!"

Doyenne reacts to her allies' cry as she snaps her focus towards the monitor, witnessing the wormhole, and remains in her bent stance. "What the hell?!" She promptly faces the image while Virago inadvertently travels inside the anomaly. 

At the same time, the combating ships are drawn towards the wormhole, causing their battle to  be paused, while no one is aware of why this is transpiring.

*Scene Change*

Jet 4 enters the brown planet Virgil and Anemone found themselves nearby, turbulence making the craft sway uncontrollably, as the pair register the desolate landscape the world possesses once they surpass its atmosphere, reminiscent to a desert. Through the course of the two friends' fall, considering the persisting absence of control Virgil has with the jet, they soon depict a large pyramid haphazardly situated atop the terrain while heading straight towards it.

Anemone feverishly tries to navigate the spacecraft upward so it would avoid crashing with the object as she shouts from fright, "We'll hit it at this rate! Do something to help me, V!"

Virgil hurriedly checks the controls while frantically questions, "What do you want me to do?!"

Anemone shuts her eyes, unable to bear the terror encompassing her. "I don't know! Anything!"

Despite Anemone's outburst, nothing can be achieved in eluding the duo's fate and clash with the upper region of one of the pyramid's face. To their bewilderment though, half of the jet submerges into the prism as if it was intangible, however, instantly solidifies and pins the machine.

Virgil brims a dumbfounded expression amidst viewing the pyramid's confines, which contains hieroglyphics across the walls. This is seen because of the aqua-colored light surging from the enclosed proximity's center and the torches hanging on stone pillars surrounding the place. After a while, having removed his helmet to mount it onto his lap, the teen comments as he leans towards his right so he can better examine the writing with his eyes squinting and grasping his glasses for assistance via his right hand, "Those aren't Egyptian signs."

Anemone gawks at Virgil through the right gap as skepticism is exhibited. "How could you determine the difference? Have you been studying up on their customs in addition to learning Japanese?"

Virgil deviates his sight to Anemone while partially annoyed and lowered his hoisted appendage. "No, but I've watched plenty of documentaries to recognize most of them."

Anemone slumps her shoulders before dully replying, "Wow, I really am average. I'm incapable of tolerating current events, and yet, you purposely sit through that sort of junk." She scans the area while shielding her eyes a tad via her left arm and embeds her back onto the seat. "Either way, it has the appearance of a tomb, except the damn light that's shining."

Virgil glances at the fluctuation of the distinctive color and calmly utters while repairing his constitution's angling, "Yeah, it's peculiar. Wonder what's behind it."

Abruptly, the radiance dissipates as a big, square platform becomes visible, leaving Anemone momentarily awestruck until saying with a hint of nervousness, "Creepy... It's like it heard you."

Virgil nods prior to contorting ahead in the effort of catching a glimpse of what's on the platform, but is too far away. As a result, the Caucasian drops his helmet through rising from his seat and extends his left arm towards an icon at the control's left sector.

Listening to Virgil's maneuvering, Anemone hastily peeks into the right opening for the second time while ultimately showing a baffled behavior upon witnessing his intention before fearfully exclaiming, "What are you, nuts?! There might not be any oxygen! That's why we didn't attempt ejecting!"

Virgil detains his left hand's index finger an inch from the contraption. "I got a gut feeling, Anemone. We'll be fine."

Anemone urgently speaks in a pleading voice, planting both hands onto the rear of Virgil's seat. "Just in case, put your helmet back on! It'll buy you ten minutes if you're so curious!"

Virgil blatantly ignores Anemone, making contact with the icon and forces the wind resistant glass to gradually escalate into a vertical position. Thanks to that, the redhead profoundly inhales through his nose while shutting his eyes until steering his concentration towards Anemone, emitting a proud conduct.

Anemone glares at Virgil as she demonstrates a flustered attitude. "Shut it!" The blue-haired female detaches herself from Virgil's seat, takes off her helmet and breathes in the air available prior to commencing to tinker with the microphone while relaxing her demeanor. "Go have your small adventure. I'm gonna' try getting in touch with you uncle or someone from the Control Center."

Virgil nods while grinning. "Okay with me." The lad grabs one of Jet 4's edges to start exiting it.

Anemone quickly reverts her attention to Virgil since she has her eyes on the helmet's interior and orders in a timid manner. "Uh, be careful by the way."

Virgil, briefly halting to look at Anemone, portrays faint astonishment before tenaciously smirking. "Definitely." He diverts his vision from Anemone and resumes his departure as he soon leaps down to the dusty ground below the spacecraft, his legs growing numb when the soles of his feet interact with the landscape. This is due to the substantial distance the jet is from the terrain as Virgil temporarily stays still for the tension in his limbs to fade.

Anemone rapidly stands up to verify that Virgil's alright as she refrains from verbally expressing her concern.

After several seconds, Virgil advances towards the platform while displaying caution and steadily begins to discern a silhouette. As he does that, the fellow scratches his right cheek with intrigue summoned and mildly cocks his head left while thinking, "A person?" Virgil ceases his progression, near enough to the raised level to have a decent view of the figure, and is shocked in discovering a slim, Caucasian-looking, young man sitting at the middle of the square platform with his legs entwined while both hands are on top of his calves.

The male cheerfully smiles at Virgil, his shaggy aqua hair stretching to half of his neck and teal eyes glimmering with sincerity. Plus, the gentleman's wearing a black, wool poncho with teal-colored jeans as his sneakers and socks match his hair.

Virgil stares at the individual as he's a bit confusion while hesitantly waving his right hand to greet. "Hey."

The mysterious character immediately responds without altering his composition, however, talks in a strange language.

That effortlessly stuns Virgil until giving the aqua-haired guy a scrutinizing glare after straightening his head. "What was that?"

The teal-eyed lad repeats the unknown phrase he recently utilized while following it with a rant that doesn't help Virgil understand him at all.

Then, remembering a detail, Virgil feverishly pats his wrists amidst gazing at them prior to switching his focus towards Jet 4 via veering his head to the left and firmly shouts, "Anemone!"

Anemone, having sat back down to relentlessly work with the microphone, instantly gets up as she questions in the same volume, "Yeah?!"

Virgil rebuttals while maintaining his stance. "Do you have your watch?!"

Anemone confidently nods. "Always! You need it?!"

Virgil changes his tone to reflect a smart-ass behavior. "Why else would I ask?!" The teenager chuckles.

Anemone's right eye twitches from irritation and grovels while placing her helmet that she was carrying with both limbs on her seat. Doing that, the dame ultimately goes to Virgil's present location as she registers the poncho-endowed person rambling in his weird language and casually remarks while rolling up her left arm's long sleeve via her right hand, "I see why." Anemone instill her sight to Virgil by navigating her concentration towards the left, compliments of her being next to her best friend's right. "Shouldn't you have yours?"

Virgil emanates a dull attitude. "I forgot it. I guess my anxiety's messing with my memory now."

Anemone scoffs as suspicion surfaces. "Excuses." She resets her vision to the mysterious young man and lifts her left arm that way while having it in a horizontal angle, revealing a platinum watch. Afterwards, Anemone taps the item's screen via her right hand's thumb before swiping through the countless options while eventually finding an icon with the word "Translator" and presses it as the object processes the shaggy-haired male's constant speech. To her dismay, the Asian's informed by the watch that the stranger's dialogue is unrecognizable as she gasps. "Holy crap! Over a thousand alien languages in its data base and it has no idea what he's spouting!"

The peculiar individual commences to show some aggravation, obviously comprehending that the pair aren't aware of what he's uttering, while soon deciding to rise.

Virgil and Anemone note the character's sudden action as a wary conduct is established by both.

The teal-eyed gentleman remains atop the platform for a moment, intently observing the duo, until hopping off the square object as he slowly journeys towards them. Upon depleting their separation to a lone meter, he commandeers himself to be in front of Anemone, brimming a solemn demeanor, with their face inches from one another because of him contorting towards her.

Thanks to the lad's closeness, Anemone vaguely blushes amidst situating her arms to their respective sections while keeping them elevated a little and shyly inquires, "W-What?"

The poncho-wearing fellow merely analyzes Anemone prior to unprecedentedly locking lips with her via swiftly leaning in.

Anemone and Virgil are promptly overcome by surprise as they turn extremely red.

Not long after, the young man parts from Anemone, gaining a minor sum of range, as he peers at the ceiling that's filled with hieroglyphics too and appears to be savoring the taste of the femme's lips through subtly licking his own, although that is not his reason for performing such an action in actuality.

Meanwhile, Anemone rushes to bring her body toward the left while bending down with some of her left hand's fingers caressing her mouth, possessing her eyes wide open to symbolize that she's continually baffled.

In her friend's case, Virgil becomes angry and clenches his hands upon hoisting them to the height of his chest. "The hell?! Why did you kiss Anemone like that?!"

Anemone drives herself to confront Virgil, foregoing any potential turmoil that was lingering, with her posture restored as curiosity plagues her. "V, are you jealous?"

Virgil coldly answers, sustaining his eyes glued to the aqua-haired male. "Of course not! I'm pissed at the sheer randomness! There was no rhyme or reason to it!"

Anemone hastily exhibits a depressed expression prior to faintly slouching forward, murmuring, "Oh..."

During that, the stranger states in English once he aims his attention toward Virgil and Anemone as enthusiasm is depicted, "I'm gonna' have to contradict you there!"

The pair's jaw concurrently hangs out of disbelief, both unable to deliver a retort.

Following that, the mysterious guy directs his constitution to point towards the platform to jog to it, eventually returning upon the spot he initially sat while entering the pose he had exactly. "Let's go back to the beginning, shall we?! Welcome! I've graciously permitted you access to my humble abode, signifying that we're compatible!"

Virgil and Anemone share a glimpse with each other as they're confused until the former draws his focus to the poncho-endowed individual, sternly questioning, "Compatible for what?"

The teal-eyed person grins in a somewhat mischievous manner. "So I may grant your wish."

Anemone issues a skeptical glare towards the unknown character while cocking her left eyebrow. "Like a genie?"

The seated male shakes his head. "No. I'm a star. The one who can accomplish the deepest desire of any living being without repercussions. There's a MAYOR difference."

Virgil stays silent as he internally examines the lad's declaration.

Anemone adds crosses her arms, becoming more critical. "Is that a fact? You don't appear to be a star. You're simply a normal dude and clearly a deceiver. Acting as if you communicated in a language the translator couldn't identify, but it must've been a bunch of chickenshit. After all, you're talking in English right now."

The shaggy-haired gentleman portrays an amused attitude while slanting his head to the left. "Whoa, calling the Divine Speech CHICKENSHIT. That's a first." He chuckles amidst adjusting his head's stance. "Though you're mistaken about me. I wasn't pretending. Also, I'm capable of using your idiom only 'cause of you."

Anemone's immediately perplexed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

The fellow lifts his right hand to tap his bottom lip with its index finger. "I attained the necessary information through our mouth. It's an ability of a star to either understand a creature's natural intent or gain the details via every possible method."

Anemone grows bright red as she implements a step backwards with her left foot. "That's what that was about?!"

The teal-eyed entity bluntly replies with his right appendage lowered. "Absolutely. I was completely unaware that human's correlated it with intimacy. Your race is funny."

Virgil abruptly includes himself into the conversation, demonstrating seriousness. "You mentioned that you'd grant our wish. What's the catch, precisely?"

The star emits an impressed demeanor. "You're quite intelligent. Usually, those I allow access here jump to making demands with no consideration. I disqualify them at that very second."

Anemone cautiously asks while contorting towards the poncho-wearing male after getting into a sideways position, "How do you do that?"

A sinister look etches itself onto the star, specifying his sight onto Anemone. "You don't wanna' know."

Anemone shivers from fright and releases a mild groan.

Virgil soon politely requests as he retains his firm conduct, "Continue."

The star views Virgil while nonchalantly commenting, "There are steps to obtaining my service. Being compatible was solely the starting point. Entering my haven was sufficiently easy for you, however, exiting comes down to you."

Virgil narrows his eyes and contemplates the best course to undergo, scanning the surroundings.

Anemone briefly watches Virgil prior to joining him in checking the pyramid's confines as she solemnly remarks, "I'm guessing he wants us to figure out an exit by ourselves." The blue-haired teen scoffs. "Any moron probably would've wished for the star to get them out, but that defeats the purpose. This feels like a trial of honor and worthiness. Greed and laziness will mess us up."

Hearing Anemone's words, something dawns on Virgil while rapidly reverting his gaze to the young man. "Will you please help us leave here?"

Anemone snaps her vision to Virgil and frantically yells, "Weren't you listening?! That's the last thing we oughta' do!"

Simultaneously, the star presents a delighted smile as he whispers, "Finally...!"

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...