"To think that this is all it took." Silver Wolf muttered.

Here she stood within one of the space station's many rooms. Screens and monitors covered half of the room- opposite to the door.

"What else would we expect? This is what happens when you leave your belongings in someone else's hands." A woman spoke from across the room. She poked at a terminal located on the left side of the room.

Kafka shook her head in confusion, "I can't access the memory storage."

"This is the monitoring room." Silver Wolf begun to explain, "They must have deleted the records before making a run for it, hah, classic."

The reason for the two ladies being in the monitoring room? To search for the hidden Stellaron of course. Kafka looked around the room for any signs that can at least point to the location of the Stellaron, however it seemed as though she was having no luck.

While Kafka was searching, Silver Wolf stared at the large collection of monitors in front of her. Screens of different shapes and sizes, each one housing different information. Stuff such as the temperature of the station, the power of the station, and other information regarding that very space station.

But none of that was really important, what is important is finding the Stellaron.

Guess it's time to work my magic.

She proceeded to hold her hand out to the screen- but right after she did, something on one of the screens caught her eye.

On the screen to her right, she saw a single name that she truly hasn't seen or heard in a long while.

Hyperion.

"Bronie."

It shouldn't have been such a big deal; she never would have believed it to have been such a big deal, but that single name brought down a waterfall of memories.

A beautiful and mysterious young woman in a blue dress.

A younger-looking girl with white hair and a specialty for astrology.

And...

A mysterious Captain, on a journey to give everyone except himself a "happy ending". Gathering and recruiting lost souls aboard his ship.

"Silver?"

It was just a name, in fact, the name here had no correlation to the Hyperion that Silver Wolf knew.

It was just a name. It shouldn't have affected her like this.

Pathetic.

That life was far behind her, far from her reach now.

The man with altruism that bordered on being delusional- he was no more.

"Wolfie?"

Everyone that followed that man disappeared soon after, including her. In fact, she was the first to go.

But she shouldn't care, she was only in it for her own goals. Her relationship with him and that crew was solely for business.

So why does her heart beat in such longing?

"Hey, Wolfie!"

"H-huh?"

Silver Wolf was broken out of her inner tangent by a womanly voice.

She turned her head towards the voice to see Kafka staring at her. In the mature woman's eyes was curiosity, but also slight concern.

"You alright?"

"Y-yeah." Silver Wolf shook her head. "Just thinking."

"Hmm." Kafka hummed. Silver Wolf liked to be sarcastic at times, but she never truly showed vulnerability to anyone. That's just what it means to be a Stellaron Hunter.

"Well..." Kafka started, attempting to realign Silver Wolf's attention back to the focus at hand. "I looked through the cameras, it monitored every room and hallway on this space station except for the one with the Stellaron."

At the mention of the Stellaron- the very reason for them being here- Silver Wolf finally snapped out of her funk.

"Well..." The expert hacker focused. "If it did show the Stellaron, it'd be a trap. Herta doesn't like to keep her precious collections out in full display."

"That's true." Kafka hummed again. "So, have you already come up with your master plan?"

"Of... of course. It's only a matter of hacking the surveillance system directly." She moved her arm up, and with the push of a single button the entire system was under her control.

On each monitor, her symbol appeared, except for one on the desk behind them.

"See? Simple, crude, yet effective."

Now let's just get this over with. The expert hacker thought to herself, walking alongside Kafka to the monitor.

Get in and get out.

That's her life now.

(A/N)

Based on the assumption that Silver Wolf and Haxxor Bunny are the same person.

I don't personally believe they are, this is merely just a "what if".