Expedition 2

Guard Report
An expedition went out to return to the transportation facility in order to activate the transport pad and access the fungal forest went out and successfully reactivated the facility.

Hash's Report
Expedition: 02 Hash Personal Log

We went back to the plant and disembodied voice-infested transportation center we had found previously.

Thankfully, what we had put down before didn't come back to greet us. The autistic shirren is still complaining about seeing and hearing things no one else does, but we decided to follow some of the these raving into the basement of the facility since I at least had heard a voice asking to clear it out.

Turns out, there's a big 'ol beastie down there feeding off the power to the station, though why this matters to a body-less voice that is patron to a bunch of plants is beyond me. Found out I don't like the android Andarta today; she complains too much and likes to pretend she's hot shit, kind of wanted to let her get eaten by that huge worm*. Thankfully, we didn't turn tail with nothing. We ended up finding a battery for the transporter we found before. With some help from a computer we patched together, we figured the platform led to the fungal forest we were looking for. Apparently, people like to assume that old tech works perfectly if it does a thing, but I'm an asshole because I want to be certain before disappearing to some unknown location.

Once on the other side, we indeed found the mushroom forest. But other than a seemingly functional sister platform to the one we used, there wasn't much there. Thankfully, we decided to collect some samples and get back to town to collect from the old researcher. I've been spending way too damn much on food. Mr. Disembodied Voice didn't like the mushrooms though, called whoever had them "infected" and tried to stop us. Based on my recollection, this asshole only ever attacked us and ordered us to clear out a basement, so like hell was I letting some vines get in the way of me getting paid.

He put up a bit of fight, sent a man made of leaves after us, but thankfully for the fact that everyone in this expedition likes to treat me like a shield* without my consent we made it through scrapped, but not dead. Found a nice chest full of goodies for my extra effort and trouble and eventually got the samples back to town for a decent pay day. Decent day I'd say.

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 * Note to Self: I need to start charging all these cowards a fee for using me a meat shield.

Public Notice;

From this point out, if any so-called expedition members make a decision, on their own, to use me as a meat shield I will take that as willing consent that you are giving me a fraction of your payout for that particular outing. And otherwise, if there's is no pay out I expect you to pay a fee, I didn't come to this planet to soak up bullets and thorns for a bunch of strangers.

P.S. Beware the Basement Worrm

- Hash