Back on the Asteroid of Abandoned Catnoids, Professor Occelott still thinks of a way to fulfill her wicked plan. Otticus, however, sighs in defeat. He doesn't think he can participate in the plan anymore, but he keeps going. He would be broke and lonely, let alone barely surviving, without Occelott. She was like a sister to him, even though she was extremely cruel to him. Otticus had lost his parents at the age of five. His fault; boohoo. That was all he thought about for eighteen years. He didn't care that much anymore. He was numb, so life was life again. He started a career with his sister, who later dumped him. Afterwards, he moved in with Occelott and has been working for her ever since.

"Professor, exactly what are you going to do in order to overthrow the council? Do you even have a plan?"

Occelott rolled her eyes. "Of course I have a plan. I'll-" she paused. She didn't really have a plan.

"Well, I suppose you could start with the federation's workers? Like-" "The armada!" Occelott yelled.

"That's it! Brilliant idea, boy! Very nice!" Otticus grimaced. "I can't tell if you never run out of ideas or you're just brain dead in general," he muttered.

"Do not disrespect your mistress, lad." Otticus rolled his eyes. "You're not my mistress, you're my boss."

"No difference," Occelott grumbled.

Otticus huffed. "Can you get to the point, 'mistress?' I'm already sick of waiting for you to explai-"

Occelott pushed him with an aggressive expression. "Pay attention!" Otticus frowned. "Sure; explain your plan, boss." Occelott growled, before she discussed her plan in detail, beaming with pride in the process.

Otticus swallowed hard with guilt as Occelott explained her wicked plan, and he shuddered when he realized he actually had to witness something as terrible as overthrowing one of the most powerful forces in the galaxy, while hurting innocent victims in the process. But he was bad now, right? He didn't want to watch something so terrible, however.

"Will I have to watch the plan? Or am I just a part of it?" Otticus asked nervously.

Shoot, what the heck am I saying? He thought and bit his claws.

Occelott frowned with angry eyes. "What do you think?" she said in a sickly vicious tone.

"I mean, I just thought-"

"You didn't think, Otticus. You pondered stupidly."

Otticus thought some more (or pondered.) He sighed, deciding that it was better to work with a power-thirsty cat kid than in federation prison or nowhere at all.

He finally gave in. "Alright, Professor, where are we starting?"