Chapter 8
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Not only had we been thrown into the cryro-tubes, but one of the Elites took my shield generator. We woke up about at 0000 Hours. Midnight. "Hey….Hey….Hey!" "Wha wha wha wha? What is it? Spit it out. What?" Master Commander asked. "You are a lucky Spartan to still have your shield generator. They left me with nothing…" I stopped as I felt my back of my armor. What use to be a Shield Generator was now a bulky metal Backpack. A Dial was on my arm. It was indicated 'Camouflage'. "Hey where'd I go?" I asked as I turned it to full power. "I still see you!" Nick said. I felt a jolt of pain in my midsection. Like a thousand knives stabbed me there. I fell down unconscious. Either that or the thing I most dreaded. Dead.
"So, you are the one that had let the sacred ring get destroyed. Am I right?" "Yes, High Truth. But, there was only one mistake to your theory. There was a solider that wasn't normal. He had special armor. He could not be penetrated. I am sorry" "Your punishment will be grave. You will die. Fighting." Truth said. "What does this mean, Excellency?" "We have decided to make you the new Arbiter. Here, is your new armor." Truth said as a platform came down and a door opened revealing a grey armor. Shined by a purple fluorescent light. "Do you know where we are, 'Zanomee?" "Yes, the holy chamber of the Arbiters." "Soon your soul will rest here, 'Zanomee"
