*Starting Scene*

Having gone to the Bridge to see Doyenne, Virgil and Anemone are immediately praised for how well they fought against the Syndicate by the Victress present. While that transpires, Harper introduces Virgil's father and Oxford to the crew, considering the latter was hidden from them the whole time.

Doyenne meets the Lt. Colonel at the halfway point of the vicinity as she offers her right hand to him, politely grinning. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm aware you helped us out." 

Orian gently shakes hands with Doyenne while sincerely smiling. "Honestly, that wasn't my original goal, but I realized my boy was doing his best to defend you all so I couldn't resist." He relinquishes his hold of the dame's appendage. "Anyway, when out on the battlefield, one must act quick to save lives. We're not heartless."

Eve, poised behind Doyenne via a couple of meters, inquires in a skeptical manner amidst containing her arms crossed, "What if you discover they're the bad guys?"

Orian cocks his head eastward to view Eve and bluntly comments, "We accept the error we made, perform a 180 and rectify it. That's the only thing we can do. Though, it depends on your definition of who's good and who's bad. Example: Earth 03's military has a bunch of jerks in it, however, there are obviously exceptions." The adult points his right hand's index finger at himself while shutting his eyes.

Kairi giggles as she's standing towards her husband's right, watching him out of the corner of her eyes.

Doyenne demonstrates an amused smirk prior to glancing towards Virgil, stationed near Mamori's post to converse with the frilly-haired girl. Suddenly, the pale chick's expression shows a hint of concern as she zones out.

Orian straightens his head's angling while registering Doyenne's conduct before steering his vision westward to investigate what the beauty's staring at. Once he discerns that it's Virgil, the Caucasian silently chuckles and softly gestures his right hand to his wife to gain her attention.

Kairi becomes intrigued by Orian signalling her to look towards their son and Doyenne via commandeering herself sideways while facing the blue-eyed man until exhibiting a knowing demeanor.

Eve also notices Doyenne's behavior as discontent is notable, gingerly shaking her head.

Concurrently, Anemone listens to Virgil's dialogue with Mamori, maintaining a minor distance from her friend's posterior, while radiating suspicion because of how friendly they are to one another.

Virgil earnestly remarks with Mamori located a lone meter from him, being beside Kelly at the same time, "I never told you thanks for that pep talk."

Mamori faintly laughs, possessing her hands united to nervously twiddle her thumbs during their lowered state. "It's fine. Miraculously, you remembered me enough to even attempt it. I blend in too much."

Oxford joins the discussion due to hearing Mamori's words, placing herself at Virgil's left, and leans towards Mamori with enthusiasm brimming. "That can be a powerful weapon! Throughout my life, I've taken full advantage of my capability to do that as well!" She repairs her posture while positioning both hands to her rear. "Don't deem it as an unfortunate aspect of yourself! Harness it and you'll accomplish spectacular things!"

Mamori blushes as she gawks at Oxford and is rendered speechless.

Virgil soon vouches for Oxford while confidently nodding. "She's right. I bet Suta would agree. Actually, since he's a star, it'd be a major surprise that you manage to sneak up on him. That oughta' add excitement to his dull existence, don't you think?"

Mamori giggles and utters with her timidness continuing, "Oh, I don't know about that..."

Virgil sustains his personality as he lightly pats Mamori's left shoulder via his right hand before bringing it back down. "Come on. You got nothing to lose. It might alter his opinion."

Mamori grows redder while handing her head somewhat, gleefully squirming a tad.

Anemone promptly displays confusion and plants her hands onto her hips, thinking in the process, "Is this an insider they have? I'm lost." The teen narrows her eyes with criticism deployed while her thoughts persist. "It has to do with Suta for whatever reason, which possibly means V or Mamori aren't interested in each other." Anemone  deviates her concentration towards the left as she thinks, "Then why do I feel bothered, still?"

With that, Harper glances at everybody in the Bridge as he's poised close to Lita, initially spectating Doyenne's and Orian's chat, while calmly declaring at a volume they can listen, "Changing the topic, I believe we should decide on our next course of action. From my understanding, none of Earth 03's armada can move." He specifies his focus to Orian. "Isn't that correct?"

Orian confronts his brother-in-law while sternly responding. "Precisely."

Harper navigates his sight to Doyenne. "So you are informed, Lt. Colonel Vigil here explained to me during our brief period reunited that an anomaly has nullified their systems."

Doyenne sharply nods. "Yes. The source of that is Exca. He's the 3rd Most Wanted criminal in the universe, apparently."

Harper, Kairi and Orian are immediately baffled prior to the Captain questioning with scrutiny established as he drew himself near Doyenne a bit, "Who said that, exactly?!"

Doyenne doesn't budge an inch, despite Harper's random advancement, as she commences to caress her hair via her left hand. "Crest Callahan. He took me for the purpose of luring Exca, who's an entity that usually lives in a different reality or something like that. I'm kinda' foggy on the details after all that's happened, but he seems to wield the power to effect ours however he desires."

Marie suddenly bends over her counter and asks without hesitation, "Is HE God?!"

The rest of the group blandly observe Marie, mildly agitated by her outburst, until Doyenne answers with seriousness included while halting her left limb's repetitive mobility, "Let's hope not. He's really childish, throwing tantrums whenever he was met with any opposition."

Harper raises his right eyebrow from curiosity, although rids himself of it as he resumes speaking. "Putting that aside, if it's true this Exca is who you say, we'd be in trouble." The redhead directs his gaze towards Virgil. "Except you mentioned previously that it was being handled by that ferret. Explain more about that, Virgil."

Virgil temporarily smiles before taking a few steps towards his uncle. "It's what I wanted to tell you. Me and Anemone found the Legendary Star."

Harper, Kairi, Orian and Oxford are instantly bewildered as they refrain from talking to allow Virgil to keep up his speech.

Virgil rummages through his mind for a moment to figure out how to make Harper comprehend that he's serious. "You saw the ferret and the gems that were flying around. They're a part of the star. I named him Suta 'cause he requested it."

Orian abruptly inquires with intrigue showing, having situated himself to properly face his son, "Is the star a fellow wearing a poncho?"

Virgil becomes delighted upon administering his attention to his father. "Yeah! You met him?!"

Orian chuckles while nodding. "He helped me and many of my team from the Taurians' attacks. He must've suspected we were related."

Virgil's eyes widen out of realization as he glimpses at Anemone while thinking, "Of course he knew! Anemone's familiar with dad and his jet, even though she forgot earlier! Suta has all that information stored in his head from the kiss!" The young man reverts his concentration to Harper while radiating eagerness to hear what the adult will utter.

Harper does a brief double-take between Virgil and Orian prior to firmly commenting, "Well, I guess there's no room for skepticism then. Seeing is believing and it's the best explanation." He smirks. "Plus, I'm a big fan of fairy tales. You were already aware of that though, Virgil."

Virgil laughs while cheerfully exclaiming, "That's why I wanted to let you know!" The lad swaps his personality to demonstrate a small sum of criticism, entwining his arms at his anterior. "You're not as hyped about it as I anticipated you'd be."

Harper rebuttals with sincerity arising. "Oh, I am. It's just that we're currently at a point that I gotta' retain my composure. Going into geek mode right now will damage Victress image of me." The Captain veers his focus to Doyenne. "It's safe to assume that you wouldn't ally yourself with anyone who can't control their emotions."

Doyenne shakes her head as she exhibits an empathetic demeanor. "It's totally fine. We're in this together, one way or another. Go crazy. Not as if we're the epitome of professionalism."

Without wasting a second, Harper and Orian hastily clenches their hands into fists while stationing their appendages ahead of their torso as they yell in unison towards Virgil, their eyes gleaming, "That's so cool!"

The majority of Virago's crew nearly fall over thanks to them not expecting that while Doyenne giggles and mumbles in amusement, "Okay... He wasn't joking. And both of them did it. Wow."

Harper eventually settles down his conduct as he views Doyenne again. "So, we have limited choices that we can perform at this time. The Taurians are in the same boat as my comrades, but we have no idea how long that'll persist. The agreement we initially decided on is completed."

Doyenne nods with kindness portrayed. "Uh-huh, however, your clearly in need of a ride home. I wouldn't mind aiding with that."

Eve's hurriedly astonished and marches towards Doyenne's left while whispering into the female's ear, "Are you sure you're alright with going there?"

Doyenne locks eyes with Eve while delivering a sad grin, communicating in the same volume as her friend. "Yes. I don't wanna' be ungrateful." The dame shifts her vision to Virgil.

Virgil notes Doyenne looking at him as he displays a warm smile with his eyes shut.

Content immediately encompasses Doyenne and reciprocates Virgil's action.

During that, Harper travels towards Orian to mount his left arm around the pilot's neck while faintly divulging, "It's good she's willing to assist us. The Board of Directors, as far as I know, are oblivious of me, Kairi and Oxford being out here. Question is: You tagging along, bro?"

Orian steers his sight to Kairi, presently positioned at his left because of both confronting towards Virgil's vicinity, as he tenaciously smirks. "Definitely. Gotta' make this quality time last."

Kairi's filled with joy and kisses her husband via both hands grabbing his face.

Orian, pleased by his wife's gesture, chuckles until bringing his attention back to Harper while establishing a solemn attitude and mutters, "Also, we must discuss something important involving our colleagues. I'm getting this vibe that there's a sinister plot brewing." 

Harper's expression grows cold. "You aren't the only one. I'll go over the reason for that with you in a little." The Caucasian sets his concentration forth, declaring to the people surrounding him after removing his arm from Orian, "Let's head out. No telling if the Taurians possess any additional tricks up their sleeves. We have the ability to bail, so we oughta' capitalize on it when we can."

Everyone watch Harper before accepting his suggestion as the Virago soon embarks, maneuvering accordingly with the Taurians and Earth 03's forces failing to detect its departure.

*Scene Change*

Callahan passively stares at the Draconis, tension enveloping the courtroom, as he repetitively taps the side of both guns in his grasp via his index finger.

The Draconis gradually shows suspicion while attempting not to invoke Callahan's wrath by implementing any unnecessary mobility. "You must be in denial. It would not make a lick of sense if it wasn't that."

Callahan scoffs. "To you, maybe. Sadly for you, I don't care much about my home planet. I never even go to visit my biological parents, who you're aware are still alive."

The Draconis tilts its head westward with curiosity mixed in. "Is it that you hate them?"

Callahan shakes his head. "I'm just different from them. I can't fathom what their opinion of me would be. The son they lost being a mass murderer, having the title of the 4th Most Wanted. They clearly already know from my infamy, so I rather spare them of witnessing me in person."

The Draconis smiles in a smug method and repairs its head's angling. "You are simply running away."

Callahan sarcastically retorts, "What genius level of observation you wield." He adjusts his tone to bluntly remark, "I've done that many times. Whether it's the right or wrong thing to do, it's the choice I made. I ain't gonna' dwell on it and feel like crap. I stick by my decisions."

The Draconis confidently states, "As do I."

Callahan closes his eyes as he hangs his head a tad. "Which is why I bear no grudge against you..."

The Galactic Government leader sitting towards the Draconis' left depicts Callahan's lack of attention while trying to use that opportunity to escape with caution. Suddenly, the alien receives a single shot to its constitution, forcing blood to splatter across the wall behind it and the sector of the Bench the extraterrestrial resided. After that, the official slumps onward, sprawled atop the Bench with an agonized groan released as it dies.

Meanwhile, Callahan reopens his eyes to gaze at the Draconis, containing his right arm stretched towards the recent corpse, and menacingly includes to his previous words, "But I need you dead nonetheless." The Irish points the Glock at the humanoid dragon.

The Draconis panics as it cries in dismay until a large, quantity of white, electricity fluctuates from Callahan's rear.

Callahan slightly diverts his focus eastward while registering the static expanding throughout the room. 

Following that, an overly-muscular figure appears behind Callahan, roughly standing at the same height, embeds its right fist upon the small of the criminal's back. As a result, a second surge of sparks erupts from the mysterious character's limb via several openings decorating a metallic contraption.

Because of that, Callahan's shoved forward somewhat, compelled to lower his extended appendage, and strives to balance himself. Once he does, the cyborg enters a sideways stance through retracting his right leg while keying onto the entity that assaulted him as it's a tanned man with brown fur blotting the majority of its flesh, wearing a golden toga.

The foe promptly charges towards Callahan as its long, wavy hair flutters during its movement while preparing to throw its left arm, also owning the same kind of object that the eastern limb has.

Callahan quickly aims the Black Eagle at the individual by horizontally stationing it onto his back while launching an explosive round.

The buff creature doesn't falter in continuing its effort and unexpectedly releases a blast of air towards the oncoming projectile, returning the bullet the way it came.

Callahan, motionless, sees the ammunition fly pass his skull as he's solely surprised that the enemy's counter was different from its first strike.

Simultaneously, the Draconis frantically dives towards its right since the shotgun's shell persisted its journey, threatening to hit it, prior to a sizable explosion forging. Then, the last Galactic Government leader hurriedly rises to its feet as it furiously shouts, "You idiot! What did I say about deflecting stuff when I am nearby?! And what took you?! You are supposed to always be wary of my status and arrive fast!"

The muscular guy issues an apologetic behavior towards the Draconis, temporarily halting its advancement to recede a bit.

Callahan instantly draws himself towards the hairy adversary amidst dismantling the Benelli while planting the Glock on the toga-endowed character's forehead and fires without delay.

The unknown individual vaguely flinches to the shot and viciously glares at Callahan.

Callahan plainly comments as he finishes constructing the Knight MK-85 within his left hand, "Yeah, that gives good reasoning to why he scowled you. If you can brush off a bullet, don't bother repelling it. That's dangerous to others, unless you have no problem with that."

The Draconis haphazardly yells in a commanding voice, placing its claws on the Bench to bend onward, "Damn, Sagittar! Do not just stand there, listening to him!"

Callahan swiftly applies the MK-85's muzzle upon the Sagittar's abdomen while launching a silver beam that successfully pushes the opponent rearward. 

The Sagittar's hoof-like feet skid along the floor in resistance of Callahan's current attack, gritting its teeth.

Callahan eventually detains the MK-85's production and positions himself to properly face the Sagittar with both arms dropped. "He's very sturdy."

The Draconis proudly laughs. "I would hope so! In case you cannot identify it, that Sagittar is a hybrid! It was born from the splicing on its species' DNA and humans! The Sagittars are not that smart! Though the human race is not much better, however, they wield compatible genetics that would make them the best fit for merging! The result was fantastic in terms of physicality!"

Callahan shakes his head again as he mildly sighs. "You're regressing to the whole villain crap once more... With now a combination of mad scientist." The indigo-eyed gentleman hastily depicts the Sagittar dashing towards him and disassembles the Glock while readying himself to evade via partially spreading his legs.

The Sagittar immediately commences to swing both arms at Callahan, one after the other, while expelling waves of electricity and wind.

Callahan weaves about, ducking several times in the process, and fires the MK-85 whenever he has the chance. To his disappointment, the coated fellow's onslaught no longer can even create distance between them.

The Draconis sustains its attitude amidst detaching its appendages from the Bench to situate itself upright. "Be impressed, Crest Callahan! The adaptability of that Sagittar is incredible! Something that affected it before shall fail at its second coming!" The official chuckles out of smugness. "I am actually thankful of your infiltration! You will aid in its evolution! Then, it shall be deserving of at least the reputation of the 2nd Most Wanted in the universe!"

Callahan's moderately confused as he crafts a Microgun, supporting its weight with both hands, and shoots the Saggitar's stomach at pointblank range while having a lowered posture.

The Sagittar manages to withstand the barrage of bullets slamming against it prior to steadily removing its left leg from the terrain to attempt hitting Callahan's head with it. As it does that, the alien reveals that it possesses a metallic contraption strapped to that limb too and is generating a grand quantity of flames.

Callahan reacts by blocking the strike with the Microgun held at a vertical stance, angling himself to confront it, while the fire expands across the area a little. Afterwards, the male shoves the Sagittar's limb away and abruptly flings his weapon at the enemy's face via twisting his upper body sufficiently to build momentum. With the Microgun landing on its mark, Callahan drives the MK-85 remaining in his left appendage onto the hairy extraterrestrial's throat as he's poised appropriately while sideways again. In the blink of an eye, the white-haired guy releases another beam, although promptly notices it bouncing off the Sagittar's skin.

The Sagittar intently watches Callahan following the Microgun falling to the floor until trying to administer a blow upon the cyborg yet again, however, with its right leg that suddenly protruded a plethora of spikes.

Callahan refuses to dodge or defend himself this time, letting the Sagittar's limb achieve its goal via connecting with the left section of his neck.

The Draconis exhibits glee from witnessing the apparent success, but ultimately discerns that no damage has been done to Callahan and becomes wary.

Callahan stares at the Sagittar with minimal emotion as he keeps his left arm directed towards the foe. "What you mentioned previously... Implies that there isn't a 2nd Most Wanted." He slants his head westward a tad. "Am I right?"

The Sagittar dismounts its leg from Callahan with scrapping noise faintly echoing due to the alloyed that comprises the majority of the young man's constitution while going for a right punch to the front of Callahan's face.

Callahan eludes the electrified fist through leaping backwards, almost reaching the Bench's anterior, and contains his head straightened with his formerly outstretched limb presently dangling next to him. "How about number 1? Are they real?"

The Draconis displays a sinister grin. "What do you think?"

The Sagittar quickly pursues Callahan, delivering numerous Haymaker punches via both appendages.

Callahan avoids the Sagittar's charge, compliments of utilizing the K-Ton Hidden Flamethrower continually stationed at his right hand as a smokescreen once he elevated the corresponding arm forth while traveling eastward from his perspective.

In conclusion, the Sagittar assaults the Bench while causing chunks of it to fly about with powerful fluctuations added.

The Draconis desperately retreats from the Bench by maneuvering towards his right and exclaims in an upset voice, locating his arms onward to shield itself, "Cease your mindless attacks! Look where your target is!"

The Sagittar hurriedly heeds the Draconis' instructions, still consumed by fire since Callahan has yet to stop its onslaught so he could gain a bit of a reprieve.

Callahan soon observes the Sagittar draw too close to him as he positions the MK-85 an inch from the opposing limbs and implements one more beam onto the adversary's being.

The Sagittar perseveres through the recent strike and rams its eastern arm upon Callahan's left temporal region with sparks exploding off it.

The Draconis brims a joyful conduct while lowering its appendages to their respective sides as he's situated towards the elongated Bench's right end. Not much after that, the scale-owning creature becomes alarmed thanks to discovering that Callahan is holding his ground again, leading to the Draconis blurting out, "What is the meaning of this?! Now you are capable of contending with the electrical surge?! But you were evading it earlier!"

Callahan, maintaining both of his tools producing their firing, callously remarks, "It's only logical to deceive your enemies into believing a false weakness. It compels them to re-evaluate their method of combat. That's the purpose to me not permitting anyone who finds out my manner of fighting to live. The value of it has merely grown following a certain battle I had prior to getting here." The lad abruptly experiences a blow on his right cheek, flames erupting across his head and engulfs a significant part of the Bench.

The Draconis is forced to back away further from the Bench because of the fire extensively spreading once it collides with the nearby wall.

Callahan randomly forges a decent amount of space as he halts his duo onslaught and switches the MK-85 with a Simonov Anti-Tank Rifle, expelling a mighty shell at the Sagittar's chest.

Afterwards, the Sagittar's enveloped by a huge blast, giving birth to a strong gale.

During that, the Draconis gawks at the new explosion until deviating its concentration to Callahan and sees Callahan unexpectedly lunging towards the Sagittar's vicinity.

Callahan ultimately drops to his knees, briefly sliding atop the floor, while preparing for a second shot and does that immediately upon completion as he possesses the rifle directed diagonally to land the projectile on the Sagittar's jaw.

The Sagittar is promptly struck as its head's cocked rearward, although retains its overall stability.

Callahan hastily applies a third round amidst leaning backwards and navigates his left foot around so he can embed it onto the secondary handle the object wields. With that, keying on the foe's tolerance of his efforts, the Irish issues a fourth shell at the same spot as he radiates determination.

The Draconis portrays arrogance while unconsciously taking a step forward. "When will you learn?! If the initial attack fails to do a single thing against it, all else shall be rendered useless!"

Callahan unprecedentedly alters the Simonov's focus towards the Draconis via veering it westward, showing no emotion whatsoever. "Shut up already."

Fear etches itself onto the Draconis as it's unable to move fast enough to dodge, obtaining a big hole at the left sector of its abdomen while crying in pain. Luckily for it, the alien was saved from the bullet crashing into the center of its constitution due to the Sagittar descending towards Callahan to grab the rifle's barrel, hindering its aim.

Callahan instantly spins his body eastward to prevent the Sagittar from plummeting on him, sustaining his posterior in contact with the terrain. Achieving that, the coated character drives the Simonov against the Sagittar's forehead as he propels the entity's upper end substantially by perching the butt of the rifle upon the landscape. Concurrently, Callahan administers the soles of his shoes onto the floor, supporting his weight with his left hand, and presses the Simonov's trigger to release another projectile.

The Sagittar isn't fazed in the slightest though and tries to keep its vision on Callahan, however, loses track of the criminal.

The Draconis urgently shouts, "He is behind you!"

The Sagittar strives to turn its attention that way, entering an upright stance while the Simonov plummets to the terrain, as it's swiftly met with Callahan smacking each hand upon the toga-wearing individual's forearms.

Callahan quickly detaches his limbs from the Sagittar as he recedes with equal velocity, allotting the Sagittar to witness that there's presently a small, silver gun stuck to its appendages while resembling a LifeCard .22LR via its, compact, rectangular shaping.

The Sagittar can't help exhibit intrigue and brings both arms toward its face to attain a better view of the items.

Then, the Draconis angrily yells while pointing its right arm towards he Sagittar, "Idiot, get rid of them! Callahan wouldn't have done that without a plan!"

Before the Sagittar had the chance to comply, the two tools generate a giant, electromagnetic pulse that easily short circuits the four contraptions the extraterrestrial owns.

The Draconis is dumbfounded and backs away a tad, compliments of registering numerous clanging sounds. This concludes with the official in depicting half a dozen Turrets appearing several meters from Callahan's rear while frantically exclaiming towards the Sagittar, "Protect me!"

The Sagittar snaps its gaze towards the Draconis for a moment as it automatically follows the Galactic Government leader's order via maneuvering itself accordingly.

In the meantime, the Turrets launch a barrage of shots while traveling pass Callahan with none hitting him and relentlessly pummel the Sagittar.

The Sagittar receives the bombardment with its arms extended towards opposite regions of its body to guarantee the Draconis' safety, refusing to budge even a little, and fiercely glares at Callahan.

The Draconis temporarily lets out a sigh of relief after glimpsing at the ammunition soaring around it prior to displaying confidence as the alien instills its sight onto Callahan again. "That was real bold, but you were slow on the execution if you actually desired to catch me under your fire."

Callahan scoffs, watching the Draconis throughout. "I don't know what you're blabbing about. You got nowhere to go, so I didn't need to put much speed into it."

The Draconis gives Callahan a scrutinizing look. "Your negligence is outstanding! This is not enough to conquer my Sagittar!"

Callahan states in a straightforward manner, "Though it does the trick in not permitting it access to its usual mobility."

Concern plagues the Draconis while resting its concentration to the Sagittar and discerns that Callahan was telling the truth via the muscular extraterrestrial clearly struggling against the assault.

During that, Callahan gradually begins assembling multiple gun parts that are presently expelling from his foundation and persists his speech. "I disposed of its weapons to fight me, placing us in a stalemate. Its brute strength can't hope to kill me alone and the majority of my guns don't work on it. I'll admit that I was kinda' lying when it comes to the effectiveness of those contraptions. That was the deception I deployed to make you worry." He finishes constructing an IMI Desert Eagle within his right hand. "After all, you're the brain and it's the brawn. Your psyche is very important." Callahan starts to journey towards the Sagittar. "It'd be doomed without you. Nothing more than a mindless beast."

The Draconis steadily recedes with a frightened demeanor established. "No! Don't you dare!"

Callahan unpredictably ceases his advancement, a couple of meters from the Sagittar as he locks eyes with it. "First things first." The white-haired gentleman hoist the Desert Eagle onward while planting his left hand onto his arm as the tool prepares to shoot. "I wanna' check if this does shit to it." Callahan hurriedly releases the silver sphere from the gun, immediately obliterating the Sagittar, as he proudly comments, "And it did."

The Draconis' profoundly shocked, however, is soon forced out of its trance thanks to the Turrets continuing their onslaught, several bullets striking its constitution before taking cover by locating itself beside the Bench again.

Callahan lowers both arms while vaguely lagging and steers his focus to where the Draconis is hiding. "Seems he wasn't fit to be number 2, despite your wish. That simply signifies that mine's greater."

The Draconis, currently curled up amidst favoring its being from the injuries it sustained, asks with disdain in its voice, "What might that be?" The humanoid dragon horrifically gags, symbolizing that severe damage ails it, until straining itself to utter, "You said you are not fueled by revenge... If you answer this, I shall enlighten you about who is the Most Wanted in the universe."

Callahan raises his left eyebrow out of criticism. "Just 'cause I made the inquiry, doesn't mean I require that information. It was a thought I merely felt like expressing." The male shuts his eyes as he dismantles the Desert Eagle, forging a Glock 18 inside his left hand simultaneously. "Anyway, you're the one who's pitifully attempting to be a villain, so why don't you do the typical monologuing. That's what you're setting up for, regardless of my retort."

The Draconis chuckles. "You will have to be nice to me and detain your Turrets. Only then I can usher a spectacular performance of such an individual."

Reopening his eyes to dully observe the Draconis, Callahan grows quiet with the rapid fire traversing the area suddenly stopping.

Hearing that, the Draconis promptly stands and confronts Callahan with tenacity brimming. "Alright! The big reveal that would baffle the entire universe if they became aware of it! It is I! I am the number 1! No one else could-"

Callahan unceremoniously interrupts the Draconis' declaration via landing a single bullet upon its skull.

As a result, the Draconis abruptly drops to the floor, its posterior harshly crashing, while demonstrating an agonized grimace.

Callahan nonchalantly modifies his left arm's aim since he's wielding it forth to maintain its targeting on the Draconis while marching towards it. "Man, I bet A True Villain's totally sick of rolling his eyes to your stupid crap, wherever he is. Be it heaven or hell or anything in between."

The Draconis witnesses Callahan going towards it and strives to move, but is prevented by a second shot embedded onto its head as the rear smacks against the terrain.

Callahan ultimately arrives at the Draconis' left. "You'll find that out in a moment." He fires the Glock countless times following that sentence at the same spot, provoking screams of distress from the Draconis until noticing a bunch of blood scattering around. This ensures that the foe is dead, as Callahan hangs his western limb next to himself and blankly examines the Draconis' corpse. Afterwards, the cyborg kicks the Draconis' left leg via his right foot for good measure prior to contacting Whatley, compliments of a microphone installed to his body. "Hey, I killed him."

Whatley chimes from happiness, "Excellent! The Galactic Government is toast and the Syndicate barely got its hands dirty! Let's capitalize on this opportunity, Crest! Exca has most of the universe offline! It'll be easy pickings!"

Callahan smirks. "Nah... I ain't interested in that." The indigo-eyed criminal shifts his attention left and murmurs, "I finally got my wish. With them gone, there's no authority now. I'm gonna' do everything I can to keep it that way. It's my version of freedom." Callahan gingerly laughs as he increases his volume so Whatley could listen. "Plus, Exca's obviously not in control."

Whatley's portrays a confused tone. "Whatcha' mean?"

Callahan commandeers his vision ahead of himself, sincerity replacing the lifelessness of his eyes. "That we have a lot of stuff to look forward to. The universe is enormous and we're measly specs within it. Imagine how our dreams compare then." The fellow shows intensity. "We got a tremendous battle to overcome and I'm pumped for it!"

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...