The trek to the Point of Power in the canyons was a long one. It wasn’t necessarily hard, it just took a while. Ralivil refused to use his PSI, and Buzzy Bol’s own PSI was limited to PSI Shield Alpha. Then again, Buzzy Bol completely understood why Ralivil didn’t want to use his PSI – he had seen the scene where it fired up.

The now-sentient gemblooms, the sparks of life from the crumbling ground of Saturn’s rings and the UFOs that were hanging around and wouldn’t leave kept coming at them and attacking them, and it was now that Ralivil really wished for two things. One, to be able to have control over his PSI. Two, to be able to use Lifeup.

“Hey, don’t worry about it so much,” Buzzy Bol reassured him after bringing it up. “It’s unfair to think you’d have perfect control over PSI when you’ve only had it for a day. And hey, maybe the Point of Power will help you get some control over it!”

After dealing with a particularly annoying pair of UFOs, the two of them entered a cave in a cliff. Inside said cave was a startling amount of Mr. Sickos. They shuffled about, their eyes tinted red and the bags under them sagging. Their whiskers had gone crooked as well.

“Eugh! So that’s what Mr. Saturns with the Sicko virus look like?!” Buzzy Bol exclaimed.

“Yeah… It’s gross,” Ralivil replied.

Buzzy Bol drifted further inside the cave, looking around at its walls. “I’m guessing Elmadan put all the Mr. Sickos here. If the rumours I’ve heard about them are anywhere near true, I can’t imagine they would willingly group together.”

A Mr. Sicko from behind him growled, then leapt up at him. Buzzy Bol yelped as the Mr. Sicko nose-dived directly onto the top of his UFO and slammed it onto the cave floor. Ralivil ran over and picked the Mr. Sicko up. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, before throwing the Mr. Sicko at the wall behind him. He then lifted up Buzzy Bol and asked, “Are you okay?!”

“A little shaken, yeah, but I’m fine.” Buzzy Bol replied. He then levitated out of Ralivil’s tentacles, then backed away from him a bit.

The Mr. Sicko was still intent on defeating the duo. It snarled at them as it edged closer. Buzzy Bol fired a stock-standard beam at it, knocking it back and dealing some damage. The Mr. Sicko went limp.

“I think that might’ve done it,” Buzzy Bol said. “But I thought it would be more versatile than that. Did you attack it at any point?”

“I, uh… I threw it at the wall,” Ralivil replied.

“Oh. Okay. That must have been a really good throw.”

Buzzy Bol glanced around the cave, then looked back at Ralivil and told him, “C’mon. We should hurry and get to that Point of Power before any more Mr. Sickos decide to fight us.”

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Ralivil and Buzzy Bol were expecting something more… grandiose from the Point of Power. But no, before them was a tree trunk with an inexplicable aura that both surged with power and filled them with a soothing warmth. They tentatively approached the tree trunk and stared at it, frowning with confusion.

“Okay, so, we’re here… now what?” Buzzy Bol asked.

“Try touching it?” Ralivil suggested.

Seeing no better idea, Buzzy Bol hopped out of his UFO and flew down onto the treetrunk. His entire body went stiff for a few seconds. Once his body loosened, he glanced around before flying back over to his UFO and getting back inside it.

“Well.”

Ralivil stared at Buzzy Bol for a couple of moments before cocking his head slightly.

Buzzy Bol stared back before telling him, “Well are you gonna touch it?”

Ralivil turned his stare to the treetrunk. After many long moments, he looked back at Buzzy Bol and asked, “What happened when you touched it?”

“This weird power went through me. I dunno if it was a good weird or a bad weird, but…” Buzzy Bol’s eyes were set on the cave floor as he took a long breath in. He exhaled as he concluded, “I got a new PSI move out of it. It’s safe, at least.”

Ralivil looked back at the tree trunk, then hesitantly edged towards it after a couple of moments. He touched it, and for just a second, nothing happened. Then, there was a jolt up his arm. The starnge energy of the tree trunk sped to the Prophet’s Mark. At first, the energy that had gathered at the Mark was a just a tingling sensation, but it turned into a pain that Ralivil couldn’t ignore. He instinctively curled his right tentacle, and put the left one over the Prophet’s Mark.

“Ralivil, are you okay?” Buzzy Bol asked, his eyes wide with shock.

Ralivil couldn’t muster a reply. The pain from the Prophet’s Mark was too much to bear. He simply grunted in pain as he held back the tears that stung his lower eye. The corners of his vision started to go white.

“Ralivil! Ralivil, can you try to answer me? You don’t have to use words! Ralivil?” The shock on Buzzy Bol’s face had turned to fear, though Ralivil found it hard to make out the details of anything around him now. “Ohhh stars, maybe we shouldn’t have put so much trust in Anue… Ralivil? RALIVIL?”

It was hard to even hear Buzzy Bol now. Anything that hadn’t been absorbed by the white in his vision was no more than a colourful splotch. Ralivil shut his eyes right, and the white flooded his vision.

The pain from the Prophet’s Mark faded. Ralivil opened up his lower eye, and cast a glance around. Nothing but white as far as he could see. He tentatively lifted his left tentacle off the Prophet’s Mark, and lowered both tentacles to his sides. He then opened up his upper eyes, and looked around. Still nothing but white.

The white began to fade to a cave, but instead of it being the one he and Buzzy Bol had found the tree trunk in, this one was completely unfamiliar. A green Mook sat on a sanded rock, made to function as a chair. Ralivil knew from cavehunting that sanding rocks to be used as chairs was a common practice back in the 1940’s. An older hyberpod model sat against the far wall, and what appeared to be a homemade crib sat a short distance away from it against the wall to the left of it. However he ended up here, this was either an older cave that hadn’t gotten new furniture in a while, or he was in the 1940’s.

The green Mook, who had a sombre look on her face, looked down at the baby Mook who was crawling about on the floor. The baby didn’t seem to know what was bothering his mother, as he giggled happily as he inched closer to the entrance of the cave. It was then that Ralivil noticed something – this baby was blue.

“I-Is that- the Prophet?!” Ralivil exclaimed aloud. His voice didn’t feel like it came from his own mouth, though, but rather, it echoed from all around.

The baby Mook looked up, his eyes wide and full of wonder. He then crawled as quickly as he could a couple of paces, then made a series of excited noises as he looked up at Ralivil.

“You- …You can see me?” Ralivil asked. Only when he finished his question did he realise it would be pointless to try and talk to a baby.

The baby giggled, then sat down and began sucking one of his lower left tentacles. Gross. Ralivil crouched down at stared at him. The baby didn’t seem to care that another green Mook was in his cave – maybe he thought he was his father? He hoped not.

“I guess… I’m supposed to say something to you now?” Ralivil asked. He got no reply. He sighed, then told the baby, “Listen. This is gonna sound strange, but there will come a time in your life when you have to fight harder than you ever have before. You're the Prophet! You're going to see the future! And you’re gonna do some great things. You’re gonna…” Ralivil glanced away as he blinked away the tears forming in his lower eye. “…You’re gonna save someone with that power, surely. Maybe the entire galaxy.”

The baby had silently watched as Ralivil spoke to him, then gave a wide, toothless smile once he finished. He giggled again.

Ralivil closed his eyes as he sighed again. “Right. You can’t understand a thing I say.”

“Uh, yeah I can.”

Ralivil’s eyes shot open. He glanced around to see that he was back in the cave with the tree trunk in it, and Buzzy Bol staring at him. Ralivil then stared wide eyed at Buzzy Bol.

“You were just standing there with this weird, far away look in your eyes and the Prophet’s Mark was glowing. And then you started muttering some random stuff,” Buzzy Bol explained. “I’m guessing you weren’t talking to me, but it was still really weird.”

Ralivil was still for a moment, before sighing. “It… It was weird.” He looked at the cave entrance and said, “We should just… head back to Sataene for now. It’ll probably be best if I tell all of you what I saw.”

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Arix and Boson had already returned to Elmadan’s base by the time Ralivil and Buzzy Bol returned. They were sitting on the bed, and had been having a chill conversation when the latter party returned. Elmadan sat in the same spot Ralivil had last seen him in, though Anue was nowhere to be found.

“Hey yo duuuuuuuuudes! How’s it hangin’?” Boson greeted them as they came into the room.

“Alright,” Buzzy Bol replied.

“…Mhm,” Ralivil added.

“Did your trip to the Point of Power go well? *beep*” Arix asked.

“Took a while to get there, but we made it,” Buzzy Bol told him, sitting to the right of Boson.

“Good to hear it went well. The last thing we need is, well. Things not going well,” Elmadan said. “Anue should be back at any moment with your new ship.”

Boson cheered. Buzzy Bol and Ralivil especially were too tired to make a big fuss, and Arix was just naturally quiet.

As if on cue, a low rumbling, muffled by the walls and floors around and above them, filled the air. It stopped after a few moments.

“That must be them! C’mon, let’s go see it!” Boson took off to the roof.

Arix was the first to follow, then followed by Buzzy Bol and Elmadan. Ralivil practically had to force his tentacles to work.

A spaceship was now parked at the roof, and Anue stood in front of the ship’s dropdown ladder.

“Hot dog!!! I’ve never been on a ship like this before!!!” Boson exclaimed. He looked at Anue and asked him, “Where’d you get it, broski?”

“The spaceship store.”

An awkward silence hung in the air before Buzzy Bol broke the silence. “SO! When me and Ralivil went to the Point of Power in the canyons, Ralivil had something weird happen to him! He said he wanted to tell everyone.”

“Oh! I… I did, didn’t it?”

Anue cocked their head slightly. “Go on, then.”

“Well, when I touched the Point of Power, there was this weird surge of energy that went through my arm and to the Prophet’s Mark, and then it started hurting really bad, and then everything went white and then I somehow travelled back in time to when the Prophet was a baby. I talked to him a bit and then Buzzy Bol helped me snap out of it,” Ralivil explained.

Arix whirred before saying, “Interesting. Perhaps we should make a visit to the Point of Power Boson and I visited to see if anything similar happens?”

“No,” Anue replied. “Time is of the essence, and we musn’t delay with such ventures. What’s done is done, and the Points of Power present on this planet have been visited. Now come, we must make haste to Jupiter.”

Anue hopped up the ladder and into the ship.

Buzzy Bol extended an arm, and called out, “But-!”

Elmadan shrugged. “In the short time I’ve known them, I’ve learned it’s best to just go along with what they say.”

Buzzy Bol turned to look at him, eyebrows turned up with concern. “Yeah, but…”

“Just trust me.” Elmadan headed over to the ladder and said, “Come on! You heard them, we gotta ship out to Jupiter.”

With that, Elmadan climbed aboard the ship. The Timechasers exchanged glances, then shrugged and followed suit.