Chapter 9

0500 Hours, Arbiter Chamber, Feb. 18, 2552

"Soon your soul will rest here, 'Zanomee" Truth said. As 'Zanomee put on the Helmet, he asked, "And what, Excellency, would you have your Arbiter do for you?"

The Stab felt like a thousand knives in my chest. I Fell down unconscious, or dead. I wasn't sure which one. Images from Reach Flashed through my mind. When Dr. Halsey had thrown the coin in the air, and I yelled, "Eagle!" and I caught it. Boot camp, Deja, CPO Mendez, All those things. And the thing I would never be able to forget, Fellow Spartans, My Fellow Spartans, I had failed them. No, I hadn't. I know I can wake up! I know I can! Or, Can I?

The Battleship had just landed on the remains of Halo. The First one that is. "You are coming in at o' seventeen hours, impact will be hot." The Arbiter heard over the internal speakers of his advanced armor. "So, will we be fighting the Humans?" The Arbiter asked. "No, We will not be fighting the Humans, we will be fighting the Heresy. Covenant that had not believed in the Great Journey." The Elite in the Silver Armor said. "Well, then lets get this party started. We are all invited in. It'd be dang rude not to come!" The Arbiter announced.