Be Welcome to the Seat of the Council.

[Proto Man]

Silence filled the chamber as the individuals in the same group mulled over the demand.

“No,” Samus remarked, throwing the piece of paper toward Harry. “I don’t need to prove anything. You can check your own handwriting, and then you tell me what I’m doing here. Last time I checked, I was the one knocked unconscious by a hammer.”

Wincing beneath his visor at the woman’s ire, Proto Man walked back to Biggs and retrieved the man’s boot knife. The soldier let out a protest but ultimately decided he didn’t want to escalate the situation. With the small blade, the android turned to face Harry and held up his hand. One swift motion later and the knife was clean through the preteen’s palm. Proto Man let go of the weapon, which stayed in place and caused red to seep out from the wound.

“Does that work? I’m a robot, unless you want to look at my serial numbers, you’ll just have to take my word for whom I am. Now why are we here? Is this a social call or did you discover something about the world?”