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Sentinels: Open Doors
Date of Scene: 12 August 2019
Location: Washington Heights, Manhattan
Synopsis: Shredder and Sebastion come to an accord.
Cast of Characters: Bastion, Shredder
Tinyplot: Sentinels


Bastion has posed:
Lots of information was available to those that knew how to do proper surveillance. The huge standing army of Sentinels in New Jersey brought in plenty of eyes to stare at it, and spies that are well placed were able to get a great deal of footage.

They saw when a group of strange people arrived among the sentinels, and were allowed in. One of them never left. They saw when a group left, in sudden 'superhero' flight out of the grounds where the sentinels stood watch.

And they are able to pick up on one of those people, suddenly spotted at the exterior of a hospital in north Manhattan. It is one of the human looking people, one of the men. He's uninteresting, with graying hair and a strong build, on the short side, maybe in his fifties. Background checks and similar searches pull up nothing at all. He simply waits outside of the hospital on a bench, watching those that come in and out, while pretending to look at a mobile device.

He'd be nothing special, but images and research are certain this is one of the people that were affiliated with the Sentinel army in some way. Is he a sentinel, or a cyborg? He looks more like just another human.

Shredder has posed:
    Shredder has had the sentinels under watch ever since the pact to keep them out of Mutant Town was broken. Trask may have himself squirreled away, but he was not a priority. He could chase that rabbit another day.

     The sentinels were still active, and that posed a threat to his control. The towering robots were a significant enough threat to the image that he had created for Bushwick, that he was able to stop any threat from touching them.

    So he sent people to tail the activity, watch the groups that interacted. The man who had no history, that was interesting. When his assassin gave report that she had a clear opening for a strike, he told her to stand down. Knowing who this person was would be a wiser move than trying to eliminate him.

    So he arrived as quickly as he could. The Shredder armor does not cover him, though. His silk suit does. He steps out of the back door of a black cadillac, and approaches casually, a man who has confidence in his stance, and walks directly toward this stranger.

Bastion has posed:
The man on the bench does look up, there's a sense of being examined, but there is only a mild, disinterested smile to follow: a general friendly quality, perhaps done to cover the stare. After all, he could have been waiting for somebody, and he may have hoped Shredder was that person: evidently not. He resumes browsing on the mobile device, without any apparent alarm related to Shredder at all.

A close eye will show he is browsing various programs on his phone but not really interacting. It's just an appearance of busywork.

Shredder has posed:
    The Japanese man in a suit looks down at the man on the bench. "You are an interesting person," he says without more formal introduction. "No history, no records positive or negative to speak of," he says. "An enigma. I find few people in that category." He extends his hand. "I am known as Saki. You have some interesting friends that drew my attention to you." He is direct and to the point. "You and I both could benefit from a talk."

Bastion has posed:
"I may not have as many friends as I appear to," chuckles the man. His voice is a bit unusually low; it's far more memorable than the man himself is, there's something slightly off about it, that might cause a brief sense of uncanny valley, yet with sound.

"Hello, Saki. 'William' is what I go by. What would you like to talk about? Those that appear to be my friends?" asks William. There isn't much emotion overall, it is slightly distant, which means there's no fear, or much of anything.

Shredder has posed:
    Saki nods. "William," he answers. "I will be to the point. I have seen you in the company of many people who wish to control these sentinels that people see milling about, causing terror and such." he gives an arch of his scarred eyebrow. "You put yourself in a precarious position. I assume you have some desire to eliminate the mutants from the Earth, I presume, part of your religous dogma, though I sense there may be something more complicated than that, given the standard personality seen in the Friends of Humanity."

     He takes the liberty to sit on the bench, as if sitting next to an old friend. "They are usually a rather vicious crowd, but you seem gentler in spirit. They are on street corners, yet you seem quiet. An odd pairing. It tells me they seem to have a use to you, but it remains a mystery to me what that use is."

Bastion has posed:
William releases a breath, somewhat thoughtful, by his appearance. He folds his hands over the mobile device, deftly shutting it off: in a form of giving Saki more attention. "The Sentinels, and those that seek to control them, is a complicated matter," William begins. "Trask Industries created them, and sold them; they are weapons, that can be used to protect, or destroy - as any weapon."

He taps his fingers on the edge of the phone, head inclined, eyes moving to Saki. "The Friends of Humanity stole some. Some are with SHIELD; I would guess Trask would call those 'stolen', from a factory. Many are owned by government groups, sold by Trask. And Trask himself still creates them, daily... with, I would say, additional ability to control any of those I just listed, should he decide to. Others are under control of my -- group. We're not eliminating anyone, but trying to stop the misuse of the weapons."

Shredder has posed:
    "And what do you want with them?" Saki asks. "Why is your hand in the pot?" Saki seems studious. "You are just out for the betterment of mankind? I find it rare that a man puts himself in such a position without a personal objective to accomplish."

Bastion has posed:
"Would you say, if you found you had the ability to control the Sentinels, that you would do something? Or would you not?" William asks. "It seems unnecessary to destroy them. So instead, then, what do you do with them? Put them in the hands of those who are worthy, perhaps?"

Shredder has posed:
    "Control them?" Saki says, placing the statement like a question. "That would leave a burden of determining who in fact was worthy. It can be a rather subjective matter. What would make someone worthy?" He asks. He leans back on the bench. "Altruism? Decisiveness? Authority?"

Bastion has posed:
"At this time, I've chosen it to be those who are elected to have authority, who also are not murdering innocent people," answers William with a sort of quiet dismay. "With at least a reasonable respect for my altruism."

Shredder has posed:
    "It seems that saddens you. Sometimes we are forced to settle for those things that we do not think is best," Saki says. "If I could grant it to be what you desire in a perfect scenario, what would that look like?" He holds up a finger. "This is not a hypothetical question."

Bastion has posed:
That gets a direct and curious stare from William. It also brings a soft laugh, that once again is a little bit off, as if making sound wasn't entirely the easiest thing William does. He sure looks human otherwise, though. "I would say, ideally?? Military leadership, chosen democratically, would reserve the Sentinels to be used against threats against the population, as a secondary option to these superhero groups that are not always reliable. To protect those that can't protect themselves."

William pauses. "I don't trust bands of heroes. I want power to be with the people." He sighs. "At this time, though, Sentinels are not seen for what they /are/: they are as good as the person who wields them, they aren't evil intrinsically. I don't like them being seen that way; they can be used /properly/. That is the place I'd hope to get to."

William rests back a little bit. "Is it personal? Yes. We aren't fated to be what we are created to be: it's our choices that make us. I'm wrapped up in Sentinels, and my legacy, what I can do to make Sentinels better, is important to me."

"Now... I've answered you in full, I think. Who are you, that you offer me dreams made real?"

Shredder has posed:
    "I have taken time to research the sentinels," Saki answers. "And I have watched as their abuse has caused them to be shunned by most of society. The pressure of groups such as the Avengers has garnered public objection." He gives a sincere look. "It will not be held in military leadership. The political atmosphere is far too volatile for that.

    "However, that does not mean that it cannot be where it helps people." He gestures generally in the direction of Bushwick. "The mutants in Bushwick are terrifed of a genocidal attack, and has been encouraged by the nation of Genosha, along with mutant vigilante groups. No doubt there is some overlap with those you are mistrusting." His hands splay out over his own knees, then he grips them lightly. "I find myself in both understanding of the mutant plight, while recognizing human need for protection. They seem incompatible. They require an arbiter. But it cannot be a political one. Politicians will use or restrict sentinels simply to gain favor, and will have little concern with justice. Instead, they will be concerned with where the wind will unfurl their sails."

    There is a shake of the head, and he turns in the bench to face William. "I have a few of the sentinels that Trask sold. I cautioned him against his actions, but his bigotry outpaced his wisdom. What you need-if you are able to in fact control the sentinels-is someone who will help you consolidate the power, allow you to control them, while holding a privately owned patent so as to protect you from governmental control. The current sentinels are the intellectual property of Trask. But with his current state, I could use my influence to change that. Encourage his patent to be legally revoked, then reappropriate it to your personal control."

Bastion has posed:
"I would run for office, if it would make any of this happen the way it needs to, but my view of most of this is a direct military one, I think," softly laughs William, as if that idea were something of a throw-away one. He shakes his head some at the notion, though it makes him smile: perhaps he favors the idea, but doesn't think it reasonable in reality.

"I am not out to destroy mutants; that is programming Trask has put into the Sentinels he made," clarifies William. "Such as William, here. I have adjusted his programming, as I can do on any Sentinel. More properly, you are speaking to Sebastion, through this sentinel, William. I am aware of what my Sentinels see, and can control them when I choose to. My 'personal control' of sentinels is as broad as I've chosen it to be. It is more the social standing of sentinels that has been so damaged by Trask and others, that I am frustrated by."

Shredder has posed:
    "I'm fully aware of his programming," Saki indicates. "You must find a way to rebrand them. Tell me, if you are able to take as much control of them as you claim...Sebastion...How is that? I find that feat to be truly remarkable. Perhaps the underlying work of a mutant yourself?"

Bastion has posed:
"Mutant? No." There's some recoil there at the idea of being a mutant, as if Shredder suggested he was a pet dog. "I'm human, but I have Sentinel aspects," states Sebastion through William. "William is not self-aware, before we get into a debate about that. I would not push my consciousness onto another entity. William is a shell, a weapon. I am not all powerful, do not fear. But I can influence Sentinels. I have attempted to rebrand them, to take them away from those that are misusing them, but people only fear them more. Failure is exhausting."

Shredder has posed:
    Saki taps his chin, trying to take in the new information. "You have brought more to my attention than I expected in this conversation, Sebastion." He doesn't look intimidated in fact at all, a fearless countenance that expresses the gears of a thinking mind, analyzing carefully, as if weighing several facts. "We need to meet in person," he declares. "I will be able to better help you if we can do this away from prying eyes. I set out today in an attempt to put an end to a malicious group which used sentinels as terroristic weapons. You have given me far more hope for them. They are, as you say, a weapon. A tool. They must be weilded in a far more responsible manner. I think together, we can make this happen. Do you have a place where you are safe, currently? A man of your power could be in danger if others discovered your whereabouts."

Bastion has posed:
"No, I'm not safe, I am in constant travel," answers Sebastion without too much concern in the tone about safety either way. He may be cloaking his emotions about it. "I am continually hunted by multiple groups that want to control Sentinels, capture, or destroy me." It's rather to the point, and direct. "I am low on trust for anyone, and I do not want to be forced into violence to defend myself. I am very capable of defending myself, but that will not attract the attention I want right now."

"Give me the coordinates of where your Sentinels are, and I will speak to you through those, if you like. That is easiest for me. Or you can contact William's device." He looks down at it, brings up the number, and turns it to show Saki.

Shredder has posed:
    "I have no need for control of the sentinels," Saki says, sounding quite sincere. "It sounds as if you are the one who will have that control ultimately, and given your dissuasion to violence, I think that will be best. Only one of the sentinels remains intact, the others are in research to be understood better by scientists under my employ who I find to be trustworthy."

    The Japanese businessman glances at the number, then back up. "I am by nature a cautious person. I help people I can speak to in person. I can only help once I can verify that you are not a terrorist. Many people would like to get ahold of my resources, and it would not be the first time someone has attempted to pose as an innocent altruistic do-gooder in order an attempt to wrest control of sensitive information. I am sure you can appreciate this. I will happily communicate with you through the phone or sentinel. I want to hope you mean for the best, but I will not jeopardize my own position by failing due diligence."

Bastion has posed:
Sebastion doesn't seem upset or even all that interested in that Saki is taking apart sentinels for research. There's no reaction about it, just an indifference. Sentinels themselves don't draw emotion from Sebastion. "I am becoming more cautious over time. Meeting me personally has intimidated others; they see a Sentinel, and assumptions are made. I wish to do what is most comfortable for you. I am willing to meet in person, though I question what you expect to learn from it; still, I try to be agreeable as much as I can. Should you attempt to take me apart, I will resist; Trask made the attempt, and paid for his aggression."

There isn't any force in the tone, merely a firm quality that he won't be stepped on, either.

Shredder has posed:
    There is an arch of one eyebrow at the claim that he would resist being taken apart. It gains no comment, however. "Trask and I have many differences," he assures. "I can meet you TCRI Laboratories." He stands to his feet. "You are welcome to transport William in the car if you wish to have this tool present as well."

Bastion has posed:
"I have others, and William has a task still ahead of him. I will meet you there, I know where that facility is located," Sebastion decides, after a pause that suggests he was looking it up in some way. William merely nods, and continues to sit on the bench, though he hasn't turned his attention away from Saki: there's no rudeness there, just a polite quality, now.

Shredder has posed:
    After the formality of goodbye, Saki makes his way to the laboratory.

    TCRI Labs is a rather large building, not a sky scraper, but a good twelve stories high. Inside the main doors it looks rather elaborate. The best in lighting, advertisements for the future of robotics running across screens built into the walls, and a pair of winding staircases raise to the second floor which overlooks the main lobby. A tall African American man in a suit also waits at the lab. Baxter Stockman.

    "You know you pulled me out of a board meeting," he comments sourly. "I can't be bothered for every instance that you feel is important," he tells Saki.

    "This will be worth your efforts, Dr. Stockman," comes the response.

Bastion has posed:
Sebastion is rather different than William, or the other infiltrator style Sentinels that appear human. Sebastion is a big man, memorable; his body has a heaviness and power to it, from being both tall and wide. He lacks the 'perfection' of body of a hero, he's just a bit on the heavy-boned side for that, and usually appears more like a bodyguard militant than anything else. His short cropped platinum hair only enhances that. His clothing is nondescript, though: a black leather jacket, slacks.

Sebastion doesn't come alone, he brings one of the women with him: a tanned woman of average height that seems pretty tiny next to Sebastion. She is one of the people that William arrived with, though: which would flag her, probably, as one of the Sentinels that appear human. She's dressed nicely, in a business-casual, navy dress with one shoulder bared, her dark hair done up in a sleek bun.

Sebastion identifies himself as he arrives - Sebastion only, no other name or designation.

Shredder has posed:
    "Dr. Stockman," Saki says, "I think this man may be the key to unlocking a way to bring balance to the new world of Sentinels. If he is as adept as he claims, he is able to bring all of the Sentinels under control."

    "Sebastion, this is Dr. Baxter Stockman, he has done a good bit of research on the sentinels. Please share with us a little more about how it is that you are able to control them exactly. Does it pose a threat to you as a person to do so?"

Bastion has posed:
Sebastion has some clear skepticism about Dr. Stockman, and studies him with a cautious eye, but seems to relax relatively quickly. Whatever test was being done by Sebastion was passed. "Hello Dr. Stockman," Sebastion says politely, accepting any handshakes offered to him, in a reserved manner. He acts entirely human; there is no lag or strangeness to Sebastion at all, visually.

"I do not mind, but the answer may not be as detailed as you seek. I have Sentinel technology inside me, and due to it, I can sense and control Sentinels. I can sense you have one disassembled in this facility. To me, it is just that they are there, and they answer to me. They ask for direction, when I allow them to find me."

Shredder has posed:
    Baxter raises a finger, waving it as if the statement has given him understanding. "I knew there had to be something more," he says. "Or at least, I certainly hoped there was. The artificial intelligence of the sentinels by themselves are rather easily deceived. It only makes sense for them to be designed to have a greater protocol for them to answer to." He seems to suddenly ignore Saki.

    "Come, I would like you to see the lab." He starts to walk in the direction of the elevator, assumptive of Sebastian's following.

Bastion has posed:
Sebastion is not as impolite as Baxter, there's a watchful expression that travels across to Saki, to clear the order with him. It will, no doubt, feel very /aware/ of structure: that orders come from the top. Perhaps less about respect, than just orderliness. But if Saki gives permission, or at least clearly isn't negative about it, Sebastion will go where led, with his female companion at his heels, but not particularly close. She's not a bodyguard, more like a little shadow.

"There is a lot more," Sebastion agrees, but there isn't inflection on it.

Shredder has posed:
    Saki gives no objection, seeming to be content to let Stockman lead the way. The elevator is taken down instead of up, probably three floors down, accessed by a retinal scan on the scientist. It opens up to a rather advanced tech lab, with one disassembled sentinel present. A gravity generator seems to be holding the head in an extended state, suspending the pieces to make for easy access, the brain dismantled witha computer plugged into it for assessment.

    "So you are a cyborg?" Stockman asks. "Or are you the greater level of AI designed to moderate the sentinels?" His interest seems rather focused, less concerned with Sebastion as a person and more interested in the scientific properties he brings to the table.

    "Dr. Stockman has a terrible bedside manner," Saki points out. "We have seen the hazards that sentinels under various controls have wrought. Would you be able to bring them all under a solitary control? If so, it could bring a far greater sense of safety to the public, humans and mutants alike."

Bastion has posed:
Sebastion doesn't react to the Sentinel in particular: he seems to have known it was there, and just gives it a cursory glance: the same as if he were a car mechanic and he'd been brought to look at yet another disassembled Civic. Familiar but not interested, really.

"I was a human. Then a cyborg. It's undetermined exactly what I am now," Sebastion says, in a thoughtful, distant tone. There's loss there, but somewhat cloaked.

Saki's question draws Sebastion's more full attention, he looks to him. "That is what I have done with all Sentinels I have encountered. My demonstrations of this have not been met with positive reactions in the past, so I am... careful of what I do, and show."

Shredder has posed:
    Baxter nods, "Well, I could expect that a cyborg process which intersects with the brain could cause such a crisis," he comments blandly. "But if you were born human, you may be at an advanced state of augmentation, but if you can remember who you are, I'd say you are likely still human." He points at a device. "This is a non-invasive scanner. I would like to use it to scan exactly what you have going on in there," he says, waving another finger casually in Sebastion's direction.

    "I have someone who is on her way who can help verify your intentions," Saki says. "If you are who you say you are, then I think your plan to consolidate control is one that could be beneficial for both mutants and humans." He walks over to the sentinel, giving an empty examination of the suspended parts. "I will be direct, so that you may know my stake in this. I find mutants to pose great opportunity and risk alike to mankind's development. Harnessing the natural power of the X-gene could provide humanity with an unprecedented level of power. Something that may well be needed in the future. We have all seen attempted alien invasions, the need for extraterrestrial support as our planet suffers from a lower level of technology." He turns back. "Mutants offer something that does not simply level the playing field, but tilts the table in our favor. That said, there is a serious possibility that mutants could in fact end the world all together, which makes any external threat moot." He wanders back toward Sebastion. "I think you see that threat. That threat needs to be contained and controlled if we as a species are going to survive. You wish to contain it, and if you have the power to do it and wisdom to weild it, then I will gladly help you."

Bastion has posed:
"I am dying," Sebastion says, out of nowhere, after a long pause.

"My wish is to do as much as I can to help humanity protect itself before I am gone," he explains, with some heaviness. "It may be that I am best used to gather sentinels to a better cause. It may be that I am supposed to aid injuried people with my cyborg knowledge. It is difficult to say precisely. But I don't see my motive as different from what you have described. There are threats, evil ones, that press on mankind, and I want it to be protected."

Sebastion doesn't seem to care about the scans: he shrugs a little bit at it. "I confound scans. Be warned." That's an agreement to allowing it, though. The scans come up with an interesting variety of that Sebastion is human. Then he's part cyborg. Then a different human. Each scan varies, as if his system were constantly adjusting a little bit, a very elastic and interesting cloaking style. He'd be very hard to track in a crowd, maybe impossible. His cohort is just a robot, though.

Shredder has posed:
    At the acknowledgement, Stockman and Saki exchange a glance, a silent communicae of indiscernable content. Stockman takes the scanner, and as it gives the inconsistent readings, he knits his brow. He sends the information to the nearby terminal. "You..." he pauses a moment, licking his lips in thought. He suddenly takes movement to the terminal, and brings up with quick and effortless keystrokes. "You have cancer," he says. "Or at least, something that may act much like cancer in your case. My scans are changing. Errors, misreads. Either you are broadcasting interference, or your system is constantly changing and creating internal errors."

    Saki remains quiet, studying Sebastion as someone new steps into the room. It's not entirely certain where she came from, as if she was just always there. A woman in traditional Japanese robes, her hair in a very old world look, as if she just stepped out of feudal Japan, her hands folded before her within her sleeves. She's beautiful, but with a face that seems hard and calculated.

Bastion has posed:
Sebastion nods a little bit. "Yes. I've been told by the Avengers that I have extremely corrupted and contaminated program files," he admits. "I'll die from it." He reacts to this with some suppressed emotion, but it comes out in tension of jaw and cheek: he'll seem very human about it. He's handling it, but not perfectly, emotionally.

Sebastion turns his eyes to the new arrival, very obviously looking at her in a way that suggests he's scanning. ...he was. He ends with a brief smile, though, seeming to have decided she's fine. "Hello," he says to her. That's all. Just a greeting.

"I'm careful not to infect other systems with it," Sebastion adds, finally, to Stockman. "And, while I have weapon systems, they aren't affected by it. I am entirely able to defend myself or others in my care.

Shredder has posed:
    "The Utromium," Shredder comments.

    No," Baxter says, as if the statement was a question, "It's all mechanical." He looks up from the scan. "He needs something to overwrite the corrupted data. I could attempt to work on a new level of command strings, but it would take access to information that I don't have. I would need a complete decomp of the system that was originally imparted to him, find the error in the code, and fix it. I think we'd have trouble getting his cooperation at this point."

    Kitsune bows her head, far more gracious and polite than either Stockman's insensitive utilitarian nature, or Saki's business like formality. "Greetings, I am Kitsune," she says with a soft and silky voice. "You have met my husband, Oroku Saki." She seems to be scanning as well, a certain piercing gaze that lies behind the eyes, as if she's looking into him. She looks slightly unsettled suddenly, and starts to circle him, reaching out a hand to touch Saki on the shoulder as she does. He seems to react, ever so subtley, as if she told him something. "Can you remember your parents?" she asks, a strange question, perhaps out of the blue. "Or learning to tie your shoes?"

Bastion has posed:
"I'm not going to shut myself off to allow my mind to be extracted, no," Sebastion answers, to Stockman. He's not insulted. "I need to be awake, and I don't trust anyone anymore, since another problem that caused me to lose two limbs." His tone is chilly, but not mean.

"Sebastion," Sebastion gives in answer to her gracious greeting. "No. I remember nothing before I was in a Trask laboratory, in February, other than some memory problems with thinking it was a different year than it is."

Shredder has posed:
    Kitsune nods, and she and Saki exchange a look this time. There is a long moment in which all three seem to be in thought.

    "Sebastion," Saki says with authority. "Dr. Stockman is one of the most competent geneticists and robotics engineers I have ever known. I propose an even trade. I will grant you what you need to collect the sentinels, and I will have my resources do all they can to find a solution to your corrupted code so that you will be able to continue to control them. If you die, they lose cohesion, and that is not of benefit to anyone."

    Stockman and Kitsune both look at him, neither looks confident in his decision.

    "In return," he says. "I expect you to do all you can to contain the sentinels, prevent them from running amuck, and keep them out of Mutant Town. The sentinels are able to catalogue mutant powers, if I understand correctly. I want that catalogue. A systematic database to record and track mutants would be far more advantageous to the long range goal of protecting society. If I had such a catalogue started, I would be able to bring pressure into the government so that we could accomplish what you and I both hope to gain."

Bastion has posed:
"I have something of a similar, counter proposal. I will need to acquire a 'mold', to repair myself. They control Sentinels as I do, and make them. I am sure you have seen the truly giant sentinel on the news, such as the one that exploded. That is a 'mold'. The danger is that I am unsure what they can do to /me/," Sebastion shrugs finally. "But with a mold, if I do have control over one, not only would repairs be feasible, but creating as many Sentinels, with the programming desired, would not only be possible, but easy. It is a mobile factory."

"The Friends of Humanity currently have one. That is where the sentinels that are attacking people in the street are coming from; Trask is currently neutered, it appears to me," Sebastion continues. "Their mold will have the Friends of Humanity databases, and all of what they've found since they've been on murder sprees, as well. I am entirely happy to share any data I have on scanned persons; tracking is a brilliant idea."

Shredder has posed:
    "Yes," Saki says with a nod. "And I would like to continue to work with you for some time to come. I believe this could be the start of an excellent working relationship. Kitsune frowns with disapproval, and Stockman shakes his head in annoyance, but it seems to not bother Saki. He extends his hand with confidence and certainty. "I could write a contract," he says, "But if we can't trust a handshake, we shouldn't be doing business."

Bastion has posed:
"Should you attempt to disassemble me, that would break contract," Sebastion says, in a way that isn't a joke at all. "Otherwise, I am prepared to assist with anything that will benefit mankind's continued prosperity and survival. No handshake or contract is necessary with me, nor trades or payment, if that goal is shared," says Sebastion. Still, he will accept a handshake. Sebastion's got a military grip, and if tested, would be very very difficult to actually squeeze.

Shredder has posed:
    There's no attempt to out squeeze Sebastion. The grip is met firmly with confidence. Saki nods. "Excellent," he says. "I will inform my resources at once, and they will aid you in your needs."