[@Doc Doctor]

	GM Pycin, despite having a denser muscular and bone structure than most humans, as all Quatis do, is nevertheless getting on in years. He can’t take a hit like used be able to, and he can’t possibly defend himself against someone like Donny. It also wouldn’t have been terribly smart for anyone to allow a talented killer into their office without an escort of some variety or defensive strategy in place. Being that Pycin is the Grand Minister of Quatis, he would be more than well aware of all these things, as he would have also been aware that informing a killer that a bomb was in their chest was likely to have repercussions. After all, Pycin had been leading his people for many, many years….

As it happens, and as Donny had seen by the fact that Pycin had taken a smoke from Donny and had been drinking like any ordinary man since Donny arrived in his office, there was no reason to think that Pycin had any real protection. In a way Donny was right to assume that, but maybe his emotional detachment from the situation made him overlook the lingering fact that Pycin was still Grand Minister. Even when Donny’s left hook struck, Pycin knew very well what he was doing. He had control of the situation. 

The punch didn’t knock Pycin out, but it was hard enough to topple the old man’s figure off his chair and onto the floor, at which point Donny’s hand would have been feeling the effects of punching a specific type of Titanium Alloy called Triobsidium. Referred to in short as Triobsi.

It probably wouldn’t have taken long, though he lie unmoving on the floor, for Donny to notice the old man’s eyes remained open, while the barely audible reeling hum of his primary motor functions could be heard powering down. Donny had punched a Symbot. It wasn’t damaged, not even the synthetic lining of its skin. The main motor function had simply been shut down by an exterior mobile source, but its secondary and tertiary functions remained operational by the real Pycin who was watching on from another room. 

The Symbot started speaking again, its mouth the only part of its anatomy currently moving: 

“I didn’t mean to offend you, Donny. I hope you can see past your disdain and understand why I had to do this. Insurance, you see. One can never be too sure. I do hope you are still of the mind to take me up on my offer.”  

The Symbot paused a few seconds, then added;

“I don’t hold against you your actions towards me. To be honest, it was somewhat expected. And now I know for sure, you are not a man to take another man’s stature in society as a reason to compromise your principles.”

Pause.

“Rest assure, Donny, and as I told you before, you have been acquitted of all transgression towards my people. You have access to all civilian areas of the fleet. I will hold up my end of the bargain. I should inform you at this time that the jeopardy of the MIIT, although it will in fact respond only to my commands, is dependent on a subspace interface link with Dino Gavon’s life signs. Once he is dead, all my own commands will be rescinded. The MIIT will automatically detach itself from the wall of your heart and dissolve in your blood. No harm done.”