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On the journey back, Shlushshla feeds an akren apple to each of the mistuors, and then eats the third - being careful to keep the seeds.

"Delicious. I can see why you like them."

Back at Elkrius, Shlushshla accepts the credstick. "Thanks. We didn't find out why they wanted the mistuors, but I hope you manage to breed them. Always handy to have some spares."

Shlushshla moves around the trailer and takes a shot at Darvis.

+4 to AC from the various cover?

Hunting rifle: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 141d8 ⇒ 4

Shlushshla scuttles up the path on the west side of the compound. As it moves, the hunting rifle disappears from its back and reappears held in two of its tentacles.
Double move, swift action to used Called fusion

Reflex save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Shlushshla had backed away and was thankfully only mildly affected. 5/7 SP

Shlushshla was near the fence to try and reach with the telekinetic tendril, but is the type to back away from risky activities. Happy with whichever way you want to call it.

Shlushshla tries to reach the generator with a telekinetic tendril, but can only extend it to 25 ft.

"Maybe over the top?" It suggests. "Pull one of the cages along side, climb up, and then jump over? Whichever of you wants to volunteer."

Athletics Aid: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Shlushshla removes some twigs and loose leaves.

"Look at us, manual laboring."

Shlushshla is very keen on it's own survival and has cultivated a broad set of skills to ensure that it continues.

Survival: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Piloting with aid: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 2 = 8

Shlushshla attempts to pilot the buggy, but confuses which tentacle is operating which control.

Shlushshla explores the controls of the buggy, and it makes a few short lurches backwards and forwards.

"I think I have it."

Shlushshla is only +1 in piloting, untrained, if anyone else wants to take over.

"I'm also happy to drive. I've seen it done many times."

Shlushshla is intrigued by the fact that there could have been someone on the inside.

Possibly nobody is trained in computers or engineering, which is going to make for an interesting Starfinder adventure.

"Having reviewed the footage, I'm fairly confident that this wasn't the work of ghosts. I'm sure you'll find that comforting. And with a corporeal convoy of vehicles, it should be easy to follow their tracks."

Shlushshla uses their limited medical training to try and think of any useful information. Medicine: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

"Yes, mostly new acquaintances. I get a feeling of complimentary energies though, so I think we'll work well together."

"I have a memory of working with Obozaya, but I'm not sure if it was an event in the past or a vision of the future."

Shlushshla is lost in thought for a few seconds.

"What can we help you with?"

An Ijtikri extends a tentacle to claim one of the business cards. It holds the card up to its top set of eyes and spends a few seconds flipping between the two sides, as if trying to solve a puzzle.

"Pleased to meet you both. My name is Shlushshla."

"I appreciate you making allowances for our lack of appropriate mouth appendages 903. My name's simpler, but correct pronunciation would require you to partially flood your vocal sacks, so feel free to call me Shush."

"Ah, Councilor Auganir. I'm sure you've noticed that we solved your power problem. Pretty straightforward really. Just the small matter that you'll need to leave some plants near the reactor and preserve a portion of natural habitat in and around Thamal from development."

"You had a guest in the reactor building. I can't say it was a ghost. But we didn't confirm that it definitely wasn't a ghost."

"It feels like there's some poetic symmetry between the plants and harvesting the oil."

"Good point. Maybe we can find the barrel that it spilt out of. I'm no engineer, but I'm not sure if puddle oil is what you want for precision machinery."

Shlushshla helps clear off the solar panels.

"So, just some oil needed. Hopefully there's some in this last room. Otherwise someone's going to need to take a trip to a hardware store."

"Are we ready to move on?"

"Nice work! I mean, I almost had it, but thanks for the assist."

"So, what was it we're missing? Oil and wires? Maybe there's some in here."

Shlushshla opens the door to the east.

"You feel that tingle in your 19th chakra? There's a strong build up of energy here."

Shlushshla spreads its tentacles wide and embraces the reactor.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

"Hmm. I'm struggling to find an outlet."

Shlushshla remains silent, but is sceptical that they have the authority to set up national parks.

"It'll work out better for you, and your plants, if we can get the power flowing again. So long as it's working, nobody will care if you're here. Otherwise, they'll clear everything out. Worse still, if they think sleeper moss is a threat to other power plants, they'll classify it as a dangerous weed, and kill it off wherever they find it."

Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

"Oh, erm, yes. Green by name, green by nature now. Great work. But as my colleague says, we're just here to do some repairs. Don't mind us."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2

Shlushshla examines the bite mark on its tentacle.

"This seems like a job for a pest control company, and some poison gas. But then I guess we wouldn't get paid."

Shlushshla listens for any rat-like sounds coming from behind the door to the east or the door to the south.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Shlushshla emits a gargling scream in response to the bite.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Seeing the rat charge in its direction and having no route of escape, Shlushshla panics and instinctively unleashes an assault on the creature's mind.

Mind thrust DC14 Will save for half: 2d10 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7

Technology is a mystery to Shlushshla, so instead it carefully maneuvers over to the western door. Two of its tentacles quiver in the air as Shlushshla feels for any magical emanations, and then it opens the door.

Shlushshla will spam Detect Magic as we move through the building

Perception from peeking: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

"Ah, that makes sense Skittermancer. Well, the bit before the p9 whatever. But I'm not sure how plants could have destroyed the drones."

Shush doesn't say it out loud, but it's also thinking ghost rats.

Shush moves next to the doorway and leans over to use it's top set of eyes to peek in.

"So. Who's going first?"

Shush slows its pace as they approach the building, trying to discretely let the others take the lead.

It tries to recall what creatures are native to the area.

Survival: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

But comes to a much more logical conclusion. "I think I can hear the ghosts."

“Precisely. A loss of power in Station Green. That’s what I felt.” The ijtikri says, instantly forgetting all of the other guesses.

“It seems that the swirling currents of fate have brought the four of us together. My name is Shlushshla.” Some of the syllables sound like water being shaken in a bucket. “But most creatures call me Shush.”

“As to what we can expect, my guess is ghosts. It’s very often ghosts.”

Culture to recall knowledge: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

The ijtikri enters the visitor’s center shortly after the skittermander.

“Hmm. Yes. This feels like the place.”

It addresses the room. “I’m getting a strong feeling about the letter G. Or a B? It could be a family member or a beloved pet. I feel that there was a disagreement, or a loss?”

It looks around expectantly.

An eight-limbed ijtikri zig-zags through the streets of Thamal. Both its upper and lower eyes are closed and four of its limbs are raised, writhing in the air. The ridges on its shell are gray, but there is an iridescent sheen on the areas between the ridges.

“I sense someone in need…” it murmurs.

It stops, turns slowly, and then begins walking again - in the direction of the visitors center.