As Kakamu gets ever closer to the castle, he finds the sounds of high-pitched alarms all around him increase in pitch. Shrugging it off, he continues until he is but a few hundred yards away from the castle gate. As the sound increases to a frequency that begins to make the biometal of his legs melt, he stumbles to his knees in the field and his vision blurs as his body's cohesion disrupts yet again. Looking ahead of him, he manages to make out the sound of whirring equipment and grass being flattened amidst the alarms, and golden figures clad in armour and weapons of the same colour surround him before he passes out again.
He wakes up some time later to find himself slumped in a wooden chair. No more alarms, he mentally reforms the parts of his legs that degraded, and also restores his vision via the same process. Observing his environment, he appeared to be in... a dining room with reinforced wooden furniture. The room contained cupboards, drawers, candles, paintings of worlds he'd never seen before on the walls, and a stone bust of an unknown horned figure. Getting to his feet to observe these more closely, he walks around the table in front of him and mutters to himself.
"Oh, Kakamu," he thought, "You've fallen unconscious more times today than you have in several millennia. Literally get a hold of yourself."
He approaches one of the paintings and admires the artist's talent. It depicts an ancient forest of tall, dark purple trees, the ground visible under a layer of glistening turquoise water, reflecting the light of a white dwarf star in the heavens. The caption reads "The Western Forests of Drackovack, CMT 188,641".
"CMT..." Kakamu read out loud to himself, "Oh, right. Current Multiversal Timeline. I was one of the ones who inven..."
Tragically, this moment of clarification slipped away as quickly as it came, leaving Kakamu with his mouth agape, lost amongst random thoughts. He was still merely a shell of what he once was, and he reminded himself that that was why he was here. He needed to speak to a mercenary named Jale... though he had no idea where he got the name from, how he knew about him, or even if this was the location where he would find him. Before a feeling of utter despair overwhelmed the old man, the metal door at the other side of the room slid open, revealing a new face, flanked by two robots with golden skin identical to the ones from earlier. The figure was of a species Kakamu had never seen before - he was bipedal, and his skin was dark red and had a scaly texture. However, the only parts of his skin that were visible were his muscular upper arms and the bottom half of his face. Every other part of his body was covered by separate pieces of dark grey armour which appeared similar to tree bark. Over his torso he wore brown and purple royal robes which extended down to his waist. He wore a brown helmet that appeared to also be made of wood, except his left eye was covered by a mechanical telescopic attachment. His right eye was a bright yellow with a black iris, contrasting against his red skin. The figure approached Kakamu, and raised a four-fingered hand, twisting his triple-jointed fingers in some kind of salute or greeting before pulling out a chair for Kakamu and himself. He motioned for his two golden guards to stay by the door, and opened his mouth to speak to Kakamu.
"Kakamu. It sounds cliché, but I have indeed been expecting you - please, take a seat, we have much to discuss." The figure said as he sat down.
Kakamu wasn't happy. "Are you Jale?"
"No. But the one of which you speak is in my service, out on a mission right now, if I recall correctly."
Satisfied that he had at least one answer, Kakamu sat down on one of the chairs as it creaked under his weight. "You need no introduction, as your... adventures, shall we call them, are legend." The figure continued; "But let's see that mind-reading power of yours in action. What is my name, Kakamu?"
Kakamu frowned and gazed inside the figure's head, plucking a word and keeping it in his conscious mind. "Telemecus," he uttered. "Never heard of you".
"Well, I should certainly hope not".