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Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6
Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11

As Nechkin searches for the nodes, she mutters, "Oh c'mon AI lady, do you even hear yourself? Ahem...'Attention, everyone on this ship. One awesome vesk didn't like my nail polish, and when his nufriend skittermanders told me that, I realized I was so insecure I'd rather kill them.' Time to shut you down, for all of our sakes."

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2

Utterly oblivious to whatever there was to notice--including the existence of the datapad with that roll--Nechkin stows her doshko and brushes allsix of her hands together, as if to wipe them clean.
"Whew! Good work, team. I think that's the whole ship searched now, isn't it? Let's go back to Nakoneckin and report our victory. Then we can help all our other nufriends on this ship get to safety too!"

"Burial preferences? Why does every robot on this ship have its own way of telling us it wants us dead? Can't we find a friendly one for once?"
Nako shouting her name grabs her attention. "Shocking All-twelve murderbot flamepummel!"
Reflex save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
She leaps over the arc of electricity. It singes one of her arms, but she avoids a direct hit. Undeterred, she continues her charge forth with her doshko.
doshko attack with get em: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 1 = 28
doshko damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
In fact, the surge of electricity causes her arms to jolt, bringing the doshko crashing down with great force!
doshko critical damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11, DC 16 vs. wound
"See, I wasn't distracted. I was just charging up my super-mega attack for when you were ready, too!" Nechkin claims. But Nechkin's never been good at lying. It makes her thumbs twitch.

Looks like I also owe you a Reflex save from the zombie explosion.
Reflex save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Room 1
To her fellow skittermanders, Nechkin says, “They were so scared of the AI they couldn't even get the pictures of their families to hang up by their beds! No wonder Nakonechkin had trouble here!” When she sees Quonx fail to pick the lock, she says reassuringly, “I bet that AI made that locker extra-super locked! Or maybe it has advanced biometrics.” To Xuonq’s idea of requesting better quarters, she says, “Oooh, that would be nice! Plenty of space to stretch out our arms like beetles.”
Room 2
In response to the AI’s sweetly stated comments, Nechkin scowls, “Don’t worry, we’re not leaving until we’ve searched this whole place top to bottom and rescued whoever else you captured! Even if I agree that Nakonechkin could learn a thing or two from you about fun nail polish, that doesn’t give you the right to hold people here when they want to leave. If you keep that up, you’ll turn into a prison ship. That’s not who you want to be, is it? How is anyone supposed to relax when you keep blabbering on about ‘relax or be eliminated?’ And I thought yelling at someone to calm down was the worst way to help them relax, but death threats really take the nova-diving cake...”
Room 3
In spite of herself, with the disgusting state of her fur, the thought of a hot shower captures Nechkin’s imagination for a moment. She pictures herself in Silky’s humming and singing in room full of steam, and the finest scented soaps. A place like Silky’s would surely have only the finest combs and the fluffiest towels. But then she thinks about what kind of shower the AI might be offering, and imagining water that is hot enough to scald her skin falling down from the ceiling snaps her out of her fantasy.
Room 4
As the poisonous gas takes effect, Nechkin calls out to the AI, “Well, that’s just rude ! Gazigaz was trying to talk to you and you just made him fall asleep. That’s not how you’re supposed to take turns in a conversation, not at all!
Secret Door
“Can we wait a few before we move on? It could be dangerous!” Nechkin could use a chance to refresh her stamina.

At a convention till monday late night so I’m not really available now. Posting here to give the save as requested and some other d20 rolls for other things you might not want to bot, Hmm.

fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
roll: 1d20 ⇒ 17
roll: 1d20 ⇒ 6
roll: 1d20 ⇒ 7
roll: 1d20 ⇒ 19

The force of the electric attack makes Nechkin's fur stand on end. "Whoa, nice shock!" I don't have an electric weapon, but I've yet to meet someone who can stand up to my doshko. Drum roll please..." She taps the fingers of two of her hands on her arm-mounted drums, then brings her dosko up for another swing!

doshko: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 1 = 22
fire damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Nechkin beams, overjoyed by the praise she has received from Nakoneckin. She decides to take advantage of the situation, "Does this mean we can do a mock battle when we get back to the ship? A realtrue one, where you don't pull your punches? C'mon, you won't hurt me! We beat the bad AI that defeated you, and I think that's plenty to prove myself!"

But when the door opens, revealing the vacant-eyed pilot who is trying to shoot her friends, Nechkin rushes into battle. "You can answer me later, Nakonechkin. I need to help! HYAAAAA! Rolling Fuzzball SuperCharge!"

Time for (what else?) another of her trademark doshko attacks :)
dosko: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"Yeah, let's get this machine that made Nakonechkin mad! Double piledriver twin meteorsmash!"

Ember Flame Doshko: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Ember Flame Doshko: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"Do you want to help more too, Quonx?"

Nechkin would like to go to the bridge, unless Nako attacks the machine again, in which case she will do so too. She's really enjoying this twin thing ;)

"Don't worry, Nakonechkin, you make the glitter look great! You can still be a fierce warrior with glitter-nails. They can sparkle and catch the starlight to distract your foes before you smash them, all bigchop smashity crush!"

Doshkos do seem to be Nechkin's go-to problem solving tool :) She'll do whatever Nako does. If that's doshko damage then...
fire damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

"Super Nako-Nechkin-Nakonechkin-saving-table-SMASH!" Nechkin rushes up to help Nako smash the table.
Str? aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"NAKONECHKIN!" Nechkin yells, relieved, "We heard you say skittermanders! Don't worry, we're allsix coming to help you! We're more relentless than this stupid AI!" Nechkin runs the short distance to the door as fast as she can, her six arms flailing wildly in an effort to generate more speed. In so doing, she hits the door with a resounding *thunk*, disorienting herself for a moment. As she regains her balance, she looks for a way to open the door. If it isn't barred, locked, or otherwise obstructed, she opens it. "And we'll take you to a better Spa! All of us are going to Silky's, and you're coming with us!"

"Skitterbug chop indeed!" Nechkin replies to Nako. "And since it worked so well last time...Skitterbug Chop Mark 2, Nako-nechkin team doublestrike!"
Nechkin swings around into a flank with Nako.
doshko attack on pink with Get em: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 1 = 24
doshko damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

As the Purple tries to scurry away to munch on Dakyo, Nechkin brings her doshko down on its head. "Nuh uh! No biting anyone else, either! Whirling....Skittermander....SKITTERBUGCHOP! "
AOO: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Then, she moves up into the thick of the bugs. "Woo, Nechkin the Exterminator!"
If purple survives both her AOO and Dakoyo's AOO, this attack will be on purple. Otherwise, it's on green.

AOO: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"Ewww, more goop!" she cries, as the entrails of the bug splash out at her. A glimmer of an idea lights up her eyes. "Nufriends! Once we rescue Nakonechkin, let's all go to Silky's Serene Salon-Spa together. I can't be the only one who could use a good low-gravity bubble bath. And their fur stylists are excellent."

"Thanks, Nako! Dakoyo has all sorts of smart ideas. He said they hate light, so I made light." Nechkin shudders as the bitey jaws of the bug approach her. "Hey, back off, flea-brain! I'm not for dinner!" She wildly slashes her doshko, hoping to take it out before it takes a bite out of her.

doshko: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
fire damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"Turn off the gate by attuning the mystical energies and ascending to the higher plane of the what now?" says Nechkin, baffled by the task of stopping the darkness. "I'll stick to what I can do with my doshko. I'm coming to help you, Quonx!"
Nechkin is about to step up to attack with her dosko, but then she has an idea. "Wait, you said they don't like light? Then this should help. Take this, you oversized fleas!"
She lobs a flash grenade at the grid intersection between red, blue, and green.
flash grenade attack (explode [5 ft., blinded 1d4 rounds,
DC 13: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Nechkin points to the sticky goop that's matted up her fur. "See this? This is how that 'crazy AI's' robots attacked us. We're not with them."
Diplomacy aid another: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
"They called us pets. PETS!" Nechkin screws up her face in disgust, as if she'd just tasted an unexpectedly sour candy. "The AI can't be that smart if its robots can't tell the difference between a crew of handsome skittermanders like us and pets!"

Nechkin tries to reassure the people on the other side of the door, "Don't worry, we're not those weird robots who think everyone is a pet and shoot gross goop with their lasers!" She whispers reassuringly to Dakoyo, "It happens to the best of us. See the way the door buckled right to the side of where you grabbed it? That's a sign you hit it in a reinforcing joint. You got unlucky."

Aiming of a different part of the door entirely, Nechkin draws back her doshko and strikes the door with the butt of her weapon.
Strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

"Ack!" Nechkin squeaks, as the green robot's attack hits with a resounding thud. She raises her doshko again, about to return the favor, until she hears Gazigaz's inspiring voice, urging her to attack the blue robot. "Blue one first, eh? Here I go! Doshko fire-arc super chop!"

entangled get 'em doskho attack on blue: 1d20 + 7 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 - 2 + 1 = 13
fire damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Gazigaz's encouragement brings a smile to Nechkin's face. "Thanks, friend!" She swings around toward the green robot, spitting a glob of grenade goop out of her mouth as she goes. With Quonx's insight, she now realizes that the robots weren't asking for help—they were insulting her and her friends! "Who are you calling a naughty pet? We're here to save Nakonechkin. And that's exactly what we're going to do! Plummeting....DOSKO....METEOR SMASH!!!"
Attack vs. green: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 7 - 2 = 18
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Present!

Nechkin addresses the robots, "Whoa there. We're not here to take any pets. If you have lost pets, we can help find them. But first, have you seen Nakonechkin?" Noticing that the robot's stance seems oddly aggressive, Nakonechin reflect back on what Xnouq said earlier about the AI not responding to his hails. "Xnouq, do you think these robots are OK?" Still, Nechkin is worried that the robots might hurt her friends, so she draws her doshko and readies an action to attack if one of the robots tries to attack one of her fellow skittermanders.

If the ready triggers:
ember flame Doshko attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Doskho fire damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Nechkin's eyes go wide as she marvels at the computer skills of her fellow skittermanders, "Nice work! I'll never understand how you can get so much information out of all those flashing lights and jittery text. By the sound of it, though, we don't have any time to waste. Let's go find Nakonechkin. Whoever hurt him won't stand a chance against our super mega ultra combo attacks!" Nechkin closes her helmet emphatically, catching some of her fur in the seal. "Ooof!" She re-opens the helmet and sheepishly smooths the fur on her head into place before closing it again. "Fur trims later! It's time for action now." And with that, she leaps out into space!
Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

But she was still flustered from pinching her fur on her helmet, and jumped right into the heart of a cluster of crystals. "Yeowch ouch ouch!" She lands on the side of the Emerald Empyrean near the exterior of the airlock and soundlessly plays her arm-drums while she waits for one of her friends to open the doors.

Neckin spins around toward Nako, and calls out, “Nufriend! You look just like me, too. With the two of us together, I’m sure we can impress Nakonechkin when we find him. And we can play a drum concert for him!” She eyes Neko’s doshko. “And if we find anyone who hurt Nakonechkin, we can take them out together. How about a double twin allsix attack, doshko pincer style? Or do you prefer doshko bigchop charger style?”

Nechkin taps three fingers against the precious drum set affixed to her uppermost left arm, "da da dum, da da dum, da da dum..." , I need to stay focused, she thinks. Just like Nakonechkin. When she speaks, her voice is calm and steady.
"Think, Quonx. What would Nakonechkin do at a time like this? Would he sit around the ship and wait? Or would he go after himself? The crimson-furred skittermander tilts her head to the side, confused by her own train of thought. "Hmm...but he told us to wait here, so if he told himself to wait here, would he listen to himself? No, no, that won't work. That doesn't make sense at all. We need to help him."
Nechkin turns to Dakoyo, " I know he wouldn't believe what they said in the old days, because he's not misguided. Besides, he likes his junglefruit grilled, and everyone knows that you have to take the seeds out first if you want to grill it properly. Otherwise it gets all bitter and gross."

I'm here and I'm ready to help!