Star-Lore

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Sakudara stepped forward, still confused. "But why clean? Why not fight? There are monsters. War. Chaos."

Spriggan shrugged. "Because someone has to fix things after all that. You break it, we remake it. We're not warriors. We're... universal janitors."

BoBo gasped. "I KNEW IT! I once said the stars looked dusty. It was YOU GUYS!"

Spriggan smiled. "Yup. That was Sector 3B I guess, Pollen storm, nasty stuff. Took us three days."

Lyra looked around at the Floranian ship, surprised. "So… you're the ones who keep everything balanced. Quietly. Behind the scenes."

Spriggan nodded. "Exactly. When worlds collapse, when tech breaks, when old beasts die and leave their mark… we come. We heal what we can."

BoBo tilted his head, serious for once. "Wait… so… do you also clean toilets?"

There was a long pause.

Spriggan cleared his throat. "Let's just say… some jobs are worse than black holes."

Everyone laughed , even Sakudara cracked a tiny smile.

Suddenly, a mushroom-headed Floranian approached them with a small green scanner. "Sir," he said to Spriggan, "the readings from their ships are off the charts. Especially that one," he pointed straight at BoBo. "His energy signature is… not from any weaponoid or beast class we know."

The moment the mushroom-headed Floranian said BoBo's energy didn't match any known power, the air shifted.

All the laughter faded.

The crew turned toward BoBo, who stood blinking, his hair still full of moss, chewing on what looked like a glowstick fruit.

The Floranian researcher adjusted his bark-glasses and looked at his scanner again. "I've checked twice. His energy signature is unique. It's... raw. Not mechanical. Not beast-born. Not even close to natural evolution." He looked up. "What is he?"

BoBo tilted his head. "I'm BoBo!"

BoBo puffed up proudly. "I'm... special"

Lyra and Sharmitha both suddenly stepped in front of him.

"Nothing," Lyra said quickly, forcing a smile. "He's just… weird. You know, too many space smoothies as a kid."

"Yeah!" Sharmitha added, nodding too hard. "Probably drank expired star milk! Happens!"

The researcher frowned. "But this glow in his chest, the pulse...,"

"Gassy!" BoBo said, rubbing his tummy. "Sometimes my tummy makes light shows. Prrrrrp!"

Spriggan squinted. "You're hiding something…"

"Nooo!" Lyra said, practically dragging BoBo away by the back of his collar. "Come on, Bunny. Let's go NOT blow anything up."

As they walked away, Sharmitha gave Spriggan a quick nervous smile. "Definitely not a cosmic energy battery hidden inside a clueless boy. Ha ha... ha... ha…"

Spriggan didn't laugh. He just stared, vines on his arms twitching thoughtfully.

Clearly they are trying to hide that BoBo is the power source boy..

The group walked deeper into the Floranian mothership. It looked like a floating jungle palace mixed with a spaceship. Giant leafy doors opened with the sound of rustling wind. The floor was soft wood, polished and glowing. Moss grew on the ceiling like living lights. Plant-drones buzzed around like bees, trimming vines or spraying mist on delicate leaves.

"It's like a tree... ate a spaceship," Sakudara muttered.

Sharmitha whispered back, "I want to live here forever."

They turned a corner and...,

"BOBO!?" Lyra cried.

There he was. Blast Bunny himself, sitting in a massive Floranian kitchen, surrounded by plates made from bark and leaves. His face was covered in green jam. A glowing blue juice box was leaking onto his pants. He had somehow found a leafy chef's hat and was wearing it sideways.

"This leaf-bread tastes like clouds!" he shouted, munching loudly. "And the mushroom soup SINGS when you eat it!"

Sure enough, a bowl in front of him was softly humming.

Sharmitha stared. "Did he… break into the kitchen?"

"He doesn't break in," Lyra groaned. "He accidentally exists everywhere."

BoBo waved. "Want snacks?? I found something called 'spiceberry pickle paste'! It makes your tongue itch and then vibrate!" He stuck his tongue out. It was glowing faintly green.

Sakudara covered his face with one hand. "We are doomed."

Meanwhile, outside on the floating rock, other Floranians were hard at work.

They waved glowing mops, dissolving ship debris into harmless dust. Cracked metal melted into soft moss. Burned craters were filled with blooming flowers. The rock was being healed – fast.

Spriggan stood nearby, staring at the distant ship, still thinking about BoBo.

"A power like that…" he muttered. "If it's what I think it is…"

He tapped his vine-arm lightly, sending a silent signal. A message. A warning.

Because if that boy was what he suspected .., not a weaponoid, not a beast-user, but something ancient and unstable...

Then the Federation wouldn't just chase him.

They'd tear the stars apart to find him.