There was a quick voltage applied to Shah-Nahul. At the current moment he would find himself shackled onto a large hard plastic synthetic operating table. He would know this place, fairly well, as this is where he gets examined after fights, to get shots, and occasionally involuntary drug tests. A medical droid, which was dressed in a large white smock, stepped towards the table. "Slave Patient Designated Shah-Nahul, it is your check up." The Robot's face, which was designed to look like a face mask, opened up as a smaller appendage with an incredibly sharp syringe quickly protruded out. "Blood sample will be taken, then back to the Slave Pit."