Zala strolled down the stairs and made her way towards a large, distinct, pale orange door. She noted two electronic keypads on the left side of the door. The Totodile gave a light sigh after realizing that the keypads were far from his reach.
“Okay, so the door’s locked. Looks like we’ll have to figure it out,” Zala said before the Totodile had a tight grip on the pen and notepad.
“I don’t know the codes, but this thing can’t really break apart since the circuitboard’s shut real tight. It was recently fixed from what I heard of earlier, but I think the way some of the keys look might help,” The Totodile wrote in his response, as he jotted a mental note on some of the small panels that had the digits displayed in a fainter shading.
“Y- yeah... guess they didn’t bother fixing that. Least it’s actually helpful this time then, since there’s something scratched on there,” Zala replied once she took swift notice of some tiny lines that appeared to be deeply etched into the silver panel.
“Hmm, I think I’ve seen these in that game, but the top one is kinda simple since I always solved that one first,” Zala thought while tapping some buttons on the first keypad and the second soon after.
“Oh, so it was actually five, seven, one and nine, not another one,” Zala added in her mind once she gave another attempt at the bottom keypad. A series of light beeps came from the door, as a faint click rang soon after.
“Toto!” The Totodile cried once the door slowly opened, as Zala gave a light chuckle at the crocodile Pokémon.
“Sorry... I didn’t realize that thing actually moves on its own now. It looks like they haven’t turned on the generator yet, but I remember this was the one we stole from Aloha. It just needs a little help to get going, but I’ve heard that even with just a thousand volts... it can last at least a week. I don’t know what goes on in there, but it did feel quite hot when we made the mistake of taking it while it was still on,” The Totodile wrote for his lengthy message, as the bottom half of the page was completely filled with written text.
“Y- yeah... o- okay, so I guess we should maybe get something in it to give this place some life. I think there’s a little slot where the power goes, so maybe I can get my little buddy to help out,” Zala responded, before turning to the Minun still held gently in her arms.
“So buddy, wanna help us out by giving that machine over there a good little shock?” Zala asked the Minun, as she placed him down on the cold, rubber floor.
The Minun gave a vague, dubious nod at his trainer. The electric mouse Pokémon gathered a slight amount of electricity, as its cheeks quietly sparked a brief moment later. Suddenly, a small jolt of electricity rushed towards the machine! The machine emitted a low, continuous sound a split second later.
“Okay, lights are on, and the bar’s going a little over the red area surprisingly enough. Guess the machine isn’t as tough as it looks, but at least we can be sure that it’ll definitely last a week,” The Totodile wrote after turning the page, as Zala and the Minun emitted several sighs of relief in synchronization.
“Cool, I guess we should maybe find a way to talk to someone before we eat or do whatever you do I guess. I have a feeling that someone else more or less fortunate than us could be out there,” Zala stated, before picking up the Minun and keeping him gently held.
“That should be easy enough since we got the power on. I think the radio room is upstairs, left to where the meeting room is,” The Totodile wrote in his reply.
“Alright, let’s go then. I kinda have to admit, you’re quite cute for someone... or I guess now a Pokémon I should say,” Zala thought, before the Totodile concealed a slight squeal. The trio decided to make their way back upstairs, as the Minun placed his right paw in his mouth for a brief moment.