Darion glared at the android as the pathetic thing ranted on.  Hearing it all, Darion couldn’t help but just get a little more pissed.  Though not directly at the android.  Every bit of information he was being given had never reached Darion’s ears, or had gotten to him in any other way than this rant.  Didn’t change his lack of trust really, but for different reasons for not trusting the bot.  Toi was obviously designed as a sex bot in his body.  He could not trust it to not end up in the situation that he was ranting about again in a combat mission.<br/><br/>Added ontop of that was everything that Ianthe was saying as well.  She had a point, but then if Toi really was claiming to be a doctor, then if he ended up on toi’s table, he would have nothing to fear.<br/><br/>The soldier didn’t have much of a chance to reply to the bot before the assault on his mind struck.  Darion had been opening his mouth to say something when his eyes got wide, and the pain shot through his skull completely.  As if someone had shoved a firepoker strait into the center of his brain.  He just had a deep grunt to show any reaction to the pain before his hands shot up to his temples and he collapsed to the ground, on his knees.  He didn’t so much scream in pain, as he had a pained growling grunt.  He may have a little trick to partially block mindreading… but he had no real defense against attacks.   He never fell more than to his knees.<br/><br/>The pain and ringing around his mind only made him hear the voices in a mumbling a little while he was recovering.  But he got the gist of what Ianthe was saying.  He, after a moment, pushed himself back to his feet, pushing the pain down while it started to subside… though it likely wouldn’t go away for at least a week.<span style="color: green">“Yeah, we will have to work it out.”</span>He said to Ianthe before glaring at Toi.<span style="color: green">“But now is not the time…”</span>He growled a bit before starting to walk past the pair.   They really would need to talk later.<br/><br/>He instead moved to follow where Neymi had gone.  One of the things the assassin had said was what could happen with a pissed off and unpaid Goz psychic tech, and a pissed off, unpaid assassin.  He would have to calm Neymi down first, then worry about the pilot they had driven off.  As he moved, forcing his hand away from the now throbbing headache in his head, he also told his computer to search for more pilot candidates.<br/><br/>When he finally found Neymi, it was obvious his thoughts were only on trying to calm her down.<span style="color: green">“Well, that was a very effective way to stop a fight.  It leaves a long lasting impact at least.  Though if you were trying to hide that you were a psychic, you kind of gave yourself away.”</span>He said as he rested on the doorway of wherever she had sent herself to hiding.<br/><br/><b>[Defense roll against assault(D20): 10+6 = 16]</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>