Wlaking slowly into the interrogation room,
Grosha'aksi looks dimly at Mudnet, "So... all
these..." the grand marshal pauses, "'commands' you've
raked up... some thirty thoussssand, you have an
explanatsssion for them all?"

Mudnet sit's still, silent.

The grand marshal aproaches the cold, hard, steel of
the table that mudnet is behind, smacking both hands
onto the table, the claws scratching on it's hard
surface, "You know what we do to ... thingssss like
yoooo!?" He asks in a demanding voice, annoyed at the
insolent bot.

Mudnet displays staff information for Dreams Of Aelin

Grosha'aksi raises his hand and slap mudnet, "Think
it's funny?!" He booms, scratching his claws across
the metalic surface of the 'bot', causing no blood to
the recipient of the blow.

Mudnet straightens and begins to reboot.

Breathing in heavily, making his body appear more
muscluar than is, the grand marshal of Saragnoss looks
down on the robot who stares, without removing his
gaze from the sephnils stomach. "Think your funny eh?
we'll see how long it lasts..." and with that,
Grosha'aksi walks out of the room.

Mudnet remains still, attempting to compute what is
funny.

Minutes later, the door opens again, and the sephnil
re-emerges, this time with a large war hammer, the tip
red hot from the heat of coals. "Thissss... will
hurtss..." the sephnil hisses, raising the war weapon
far above his head. He brings it down with the force
of three sephnil, the metal hammer driving into the
cold metal of mudnet's form. It punctures it quickly,
damaging few circuts, instead, only succeeding in
putting a gaping hole into it's chest.

Mudnet's head hangs over, soon after a wierd beeping
noise emit's from his back.

"What the?!" the grand marhsal exclaims, frightened
from the beeps. He jumps back and wields his war
hammer tightly, unknown to him what is happening.

A small robotic figure appears to drive over mudnet's
stomach and to his chest, several tools appear and
fill the hole and repair the circuits from the wound.
It then drives back into the slot in his back.

The grand marshal flees from the room, dropping the
war hammer behind. The door is slammed with a bang,
and locked with many logs of cold hard steel. They can
not let this one escape.