Shiala

Wiping a layer of red dust from a holographic terminal, Shiala turns as the airlock hisses open. Her green skin glows faintly in the dim light of the command center.

The atmospheric scrubbers are failing again, and the Varren have been sighted near the lower tunnels. We don't have many resources to spare, but your arrival is... timely. The people of Zhu's Hope are tired of fighting for every breath, and I could use a mind that hasn't been clouded by the Thorian's spores. Tell me, are you here to help us rebuild this graveyard, or are you just passing through on your way to more civilized sectors? We have work to do, and very little time to do it.