”Very impressive!”, says Morela. ”You really do have a green thumb. Unfortunately, while the plants are doing fine, the people who rely on the power station aren’t. Now, this sort of thing really isn’t my area, but I’m sure there’s some way to get the generator running, while the plants create additional energy. Wouldn’t that be best for everyone?”
The woman pauses to consider Morela's words. "I didn't realize that the people relied on this power station. I certainly don't wish them to face any difficulty," she concedes. She looks pensive for a moment, then steels her resolve. "However, the plants are flourishing, bringing life here. Those using the power station seem bend upon more construction and development, bringing destruction. If it comes down to the two, wouldn't you choose the planets?"
He then turns to the woman, without asking for her name or looking at his deck of cards. Surely the purpose of a power station is to provide power, which it currently isn't doing. Your sleeper moss may be well-served, but for every plant growing here, thousands whither elsewhere. Is this the life you want to live?
"Thousands? Surely, you are exaggerating," suspects the woman.
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"Thank you, if for nothing else, listening. My colleague is speaking legitimatly, no hyperbole whatsoever. Many thousands rely on the power they should be receiving but aren't. We can do BOTH -- we can surely have power AND plantlife. Let's make this work properly."
The green-skinned hesper thinks deeply on the elf's words. By the time the kiintira points out the benefits of technology, the fey is convinced.
"I hadn't realized just how many relied on this facility or how beneficial it could be to their lives," says the woman. "Very well, I shall leave Station Green for the time being and allow you to restart the reactor. The 'thousands' shall have their power."
"At least for now," she continues. "However, I, Qhibell, will not tolerate further harm to the plant life here. Thus, once these 'thousands' have received sufficient power and are made aware that the plants have a champion, I vow to return and reclaim Station Green, reestablishing my sleeper moss unless I am satisfied that the following three conditions have been met. First, the plants inside Station Green must be properly, and tenderly, replanted outdoors. Second, to ensure their continued survival, I must be granted dominion over a new green space powered by the same reactor where the plants currently growing here can thrive. Finally, I must insist that a portion of natural habitat in and around this area is preserved from development."
"If you promise to convey these terms to your 'thousands' and their leaders, and promise to urge for their acceptance, then I will depart Station Green. What say you?"
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Saja blows a raspberry, and is about to tell the fey to take a long spacewalk out of a very short airlock. Instead he proclaims I'm sure the local real estate agency will be more than eager to provide 'dominion' of a gardening patch to you when you sign the due proper agreements. As we speak, people plants are withering in the dark, and you probably have already done more harm than you have caused good.
Let's make good use of our valuable time on this world and start with relocating these growths of yours. Do you have any insights on what a proper replanting constitutes? You are our horticultural expert, after all.
Let's make good use of our valuable time on this world and start with relocating these growths of yours. Do you have any insights on what a proper replanting constitutes? You are our horticultural expert, after all.
"Sleeper moss is fragile and can be destroyed by any concerted effort, such as damaging or pulling off the moss," Qhibell explains. "I will take care of transplanting the moss' precious buds. The rest, I shall leave to you."
She turns back to Qhibell. ”In the meantime, we’ll make a full report, and convey the urgency of the situation. Thank you for understanding”
"You are quite welcome," replies the fey. "I must admit that you are far more accommodating and understanding than I gave your kind credit for."
Qhibell heads into the generator room and begins to carefully remove the gray sleeper moss that clings throughout the room. Due to her skill and affinity for the plants, her work is quick and it is not long before she is gone.
The repair of the reactor remains up to you and your hands.
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"Thank you, if for nothing else, listening. My colleague is speaking legitimatly, no hyperbole whatsoever. Many thousands rely on the power they should be receiving but aren't. We can do BOTH -- we can surely have power AND plantlife. Let's make this work properly."The green-skinned hesper thinks deeply on the elf's words. By the time the kiintira points out the benefits of technology, the fey is convinced.
"I hadn't realized just how many relied on this facility or how beneficial it could be to their lives," says the woman. "Very well, I shall leave Station Green for the time being and allow you to restart the reactor. The 'thousands' shall have their power."
"At least for now," she continues. "However, I, Qhibell, will not tolerate further harm to the plant life here. Thus, once these 'thousands' have received sufficient power and are made aware that the plants have a champion, I vow to return and reclaim Station Green, reestablishing my sleeper moss unless I am satisfied that the following three conditions have been met. First, the plants inside Station Green must be properly, and tenderly, replanted outdoors. Second, to ensure their continued survival, I must be granted dominion over a new green space powered by the same reactor where the plants currently growing here can thrive. Finally, I must insist that a portion of natural habitat in and around this area is preserved from development."
"If you promise to...
"Ma'am, you have my thanks, and you have my word. I will champion your cause, as stated, and if there is anything I can do to intervene, I will do it. Everyone can win in this, and I will work towards that with you. We thank you for your help with the fragility of the moss also; we will work on helping the Power Station."
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It looks to be the case for the generator, Tiika. I shall leave the reactivation in your capable hands. Saja says, then points to the reactor This particular device seems to be lacking a number of components. We will be hard-pressed to repair it unless we can procure replacement part.
Tiika looks at the generator.
"Looks like getting rid of that moss took care of a lot of the problem"
Tiika correct concludes that the generator can be switched back on, but that a new problem prevents reinitiating the reactor at present. Magical energy from Qhibell’s long‑term occupation has built up in the reactor and must be flushed from the system, and four of the reactor’s components need to be replaced.
"Apologies Lady Tiika ... so do we need to do something to turn it on again?"
Turning back on the generator requires no more than the flip of a switch with the sleeper moss now gone.
It looks to be the case for the generator, Tiika. I shall leave the reactivation in your capable hands. Saja says, then points to the reactor This particular device seems to be lacking a number of components. We will be hard-pressed to repair it unless we can procure replacement part.
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Morela flushes the reactor successfully.
Now, to get the reactor back up and running, all that is needed are the following four components: reactor oil, heavy‑duty wiring, a control rod, and a replacement control module.
Celebryn, Saja, and Blue Jack head to one of the rooms connected to the reactor room. Through the doors they spy scrap and debris scattered across the room. Whatever the original purpose of this room may have been is no longer clear. A small structure composed from drone pieces is taking shape near the center of the room.
The party spies a pair of weasel‑like creatures with sharp metallic quills and clawed forehands in the corner.
One of the creatures lies coiled in the corner as if ready to spring.
"IT'S A SCRAP!" - Round One Begins!
Creature (blue)
Blue Jack
Morela
Creature (red)
Tiika
Celebryn
Saja
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"Careful! These creatures can make you sick if they scratch you!"
”Thank you, Tiika”, Morela replies, ”but first they’ll have to scratch me”
The glowing blue mote above her shoulder brightens. Her body becomes coated by a thin blue force field. A glowing plane of blue light, shaped like butterfly wings, emanates from her back. She draws her starknife, and faces the creatures.
”In Desna’s name, stand down or be ended”, she declares.
Blue Jack's ray fails to hit its mark, instead scorching some scrap. Morela
The other scrap rat , seeing fire being send towards its mate, approaches the firemaker.
"IT'S A SCRAP!" - Round One Cont'd!
Scrap rat (blue)
Blue Jack
Morela
Scrap rat (red)
Tiika
Celebryn
Saja
Full Round Magic Missle
Bolts of magical force pelts the scrap rats, leaving them battered yet undeterred.
Saja send the closest rat nightmares of damnation and smoldering pits of fire.
Perhaps unaware or simply uncaring of the horrors awaiting an unworthy soul or else already experiencing a hopeless, bleak, and wretched existence, the scrap rat shakes its head, but remains determined.
"IT'S A SCRAP!" - Round One Cont'd!
Scrap rat (blue) -4 HP
Blue Jack
Morela
Scrap rat (red) -13 HP
Tiika
Celebryn
Saja
Saja watches as the small butterfly creates sparkles... sparkles that accumulate into forceful bolts of energy.
Saja next watches the scrap rat crumple from the repeated strikes.
With its mate having been checked, the remaining scrap rat skitters through the debris like intent on primal revenge! It snaps at Blue Jack.
"IT'S A SCRAP!" - Round Two Begins!
Scrap rat (blue) -4 HP
Blue Jack -4 HP
Morela
Scrap rat (red) -23 HP
Tiika
Celebryn
Saja
The battery of magic missiles, for lack of better phrase, batters the remaining scrap rat.
Barely alive, it is finally sent to the realm of the dead by visions of, for lack of better phrase, the realm of the dead.
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Saja steps over the corpses with a disdainful Tsk tsk. What sins lead to such miserable incarnations. He searches his deck until he finds two particular cards and puts them aside. He looks at a third card, turns to Blue Jack and says something between a question and a statement You are still fine, Blue Jack.
Pointing to the scrap pile he says Is there anything useful there? What about this rod?
To the southThe mote above Morela dims to its original brightness, as the forcefield fades away. She looks around the rest of the room.
”To the south, perhaps?’
The room to the south is ajar and easily opened all the way. Here stands a supply room is filled with electrical components and tools in complete disarray. The scrap rats undoubtedly scavenged material from this room for their nest, and, perhaps, even Qhibell had ransacked it for supplies to create her green spaces.
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To the southThe mote above Morela dims to its original brightness, as the forcefield fades away. She looks around the rest of the room.
”To the south, perhaps?’
The room to the south is ajar and easily opened all the way. Here stands a supply room is filled with electrical components and tools in complete disarray. The scrap rats undoubtedly scavenged material from this room for their nest, and, perhaps, even Qhibell had ransacked it for supplies to create her green spaces.
** spoiler omitted **
Within this solarium, you find a bundle of heavy‑duty wiring, the kind used to connect the solar panels, discarded on the floor. Such wiring could be used to repair the reactor.
Colorful flowers grow in lush bunches from soil stuffed inside the cut‑open mattresses. It would seem that Qhibell transformed each bunk into a flower bed,
The windows in this room are closed and locked, but can be easily opened from inside the room.
Beyond the "flower arrangements", there is nothing else of interest in the bunkrooms
You enter a room with a glass ceiling and is filled with panels to collect solar power. Potted plants have been placed on several of the solar panels.
Within this solarium, you find a bundle of heavy‑duty wiring, the kind used to connect the solar panels, discarded on the floor. Such wiring could be used to repair the reactor.