Nasalite and I have already been assigned another big case. Transdimensional fugitive @Arceus the Evoker has escaped Psy Corps custody and fled to the Psychic Space Station. However, through an accident involving hyper-semantic doubling during the teleportation process, Arceus has been split into two distinct beings. So now there are two of them loose on the station.

Unlike prior instances of such teleportation accidents, Arceus seems to have been split into two identical copies, rather than polar opposite personalities [REF: Stardate 1672.1] and thus is twice as troublesome as before.

Nasalite has started snorfling around the station, and we expect to pick up on at least one of their trails shortly. Given Arceus' erratic nature, there will likely be a wake of chaos to follow as well, including littering, lack of tipping, and maniacal laughter.

So as not to create a panic on the station this is an undercover operation and I'm working out of uniform. Nasalite has donned a large mustache and glasses in order to keep our presence on the station as quiet as possible.

Finally made it to the beaming chambers. My brother and I used to do this with a big antenna we hung off the bluffs over our hometown. We took turns being the one in the apparatus. Neither of us were very good at that part, which is why we got sent off to Psyhigh. Drove our whole town nuts. Literally.

But we were real good at the beaming part. I'm sorry he's not here with me today.

The deflector arrays they use on the Psychic Space Station are incredibly high powered, but the underlying principles are the same. It's possible my brother and I had even better underlying principles, but that's what I'm here to find out.

One thing I noticed is they've got feeds coming from two different sources. I can see the inputs from the generation bays we've visited, but there's a whole other bunch of conduits coming up from below. I wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for Space Cat checking them out. The cat that won the space lottery. It headed off down an access tube and I decided to follow.

It's weird to have so much in common with an elf that lives on the Moon.

Quix isn't like an "elf" elf, like with swords and magic or shoemakers. The Moon Elves get their name because they are very short (Quix isn't even two feet tall) and have greenish skin and pointy ears and noses and long fingers. So you can see how people might confuse them but they're not "elf" elves.

But we do both come from, well, I don't want to say "rich" but "upper middle class" families that are sort of overbearing and hard to live up to. I mean, I really enjoy weekends at Hilltop on Laucala with my parents, but sometimes I just want to break away! Do my own thing.

Quix totally gets that. Enough ice boarding trips to your own private mountain on Europa and anybody would get bored, even with the Jupiter view.

Quix says there's a cool place on the Moon that nobody knows about that's perfect for people like us.

Quix wants to take us there. And knows how we can borrow a shuttle so nobody knows.

When I signed up for the Psychic Space Station trip I didn’t think I’d be given dishwashing duty.

It sucks. Sure, I’ve got workstudy experience as a dishwasher at the Psyhigh cafeteria, but this is at a whole other level. The menu’s deranged, and I’m scraping things off plates that might still be alive. And biting. Plus the manager is literally an uncaring robot.

Wandering around the space station I spotted a strange starry vegetable should I eat it?

My natural form is an amorphous blob so I start just by getting very bloated and puffy and laying around all day and that's when I lock the door and stop letting people in and make secretions especially for sealing doors and windows and skylights and chimneys. It takes about twelve hours for me to fully revert and after that I'm able to ooze through just about any size crack but ooooooo I am so hungry what is there to eat on this spacestation anyway my favorite thing to eat is stars

"Hail Lark'nez! Font of Despair!"

We're in a Generation Chamber on the underside of the space station. The artificial gravity flipped on the way here. Space Cat and I are hidden in the shadows of the access tube.

"Hail Lark'nez! Eater of Hope!"

It's one of the "stars" stepping up into the apparatus. But it's not like we've seen before. This star looks like a serial killer, and the tech crew stands at attention.

"Hail Lark'nez! Destroyer of Dreams!"

The star locks himself into the chair and places the trancap on his head, and suddenly I can't think. Everything in my mind is sludge.

"MEOwwwwerrrrr!"

Space Cat has attacked my leg. Which is enough to break me out of my torpor and turn around and run.

"Squeeeeeee! Squee squee squee squee."

"Yes, and can you describe them?" I ask.

Herman Undie's Mipi, Streamon--who represents as a strange starry vegetable--was apparently attacked by @Arceus the Evoker on deck 9 of the space station. Freshman Undie has a hard time controlling his Streamon and it frequently runs away and is unattended.

"Squee squee squee squee SQUEEEE squee squee squee squee."

Arceus had attempted to eat Streamon, but was momentarily paralyzed--and potentially permanently disfigured--by Streamon's anesthetic fluid, which is especially potent.

"Squee squee squee squee squee squee."

Arceus then disappeared into a maintenance access tube. There has been only this single confirmed siting, which means the Arceus the Evoker doppelgänger has yet to be spotted.

Nasalite snorfed a scent sample from Streamon's still weeping norfnorf, and has headed down the access tube. I am in pursuit, with my trusty Psy Corps issue flashlight in hand.

I'd never been in a short hop interplanetary shuttle before. We just teleported to the space station. It's a lot better for the environment.

But the place we were going didn't have a teleportation link, so we had to fly.

Quix is a great pilot. All the adaptive tech for his body type is built in to the cabin by default, and he really knows how to use his hands. If you know what I mean. ;)

The view from the portholes was kind of confusing. Sometimes the moon was visible, sometimes the earth. We must have been rotating in directions that didn't make sense. It was making me a little sick but I didn't want Quix to think I was some bumpkin.

Finally, we put down, way at the bottom of a deep deep crater.

"There's an airbubble here," said Quix unstrapping from the pilot seat. "You can breathe it just fine. Well, mostly. There are some dead spots so be careful."

We popped open the hatch into a gloomy cavern. Bioluminescent fungus seemed to mark a path.

"Follow the moon mushroom road!" Quix squealed, bounding across the cavern floor in great low-gravity bounds. "C'mon!"

Ooooooo it’s so good to be back in my natural state and oozing here and oozing there and oozing everywhere under doors and down dark tunnels but I need to eat I need to eat so bad after I change back because metabolism. And I need STARS to eat where are they I can smell them in the darkness I will eat them up