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The arbiter stepped into the room watching the hunters groan as he got closer. "Putamee take those brutes and put them in prison. I want the hunters to protect the chamber there being taken to."
"Arbiter, why not just kill the damn brutes!" Hollered Putamee. "I'm not going as low as them, they murdered the council for nothing but honor. They will rot in there forever and see the fate the council has!" Said the Arbiter.
"Arbiter have you come to save us grunts, we would love if we could have better weapons...hehe." A grunt squealed. "Get them all plasma rifles and fuel rod cannons," The Arbiter answered.
The arbiter left the room thinking about the council. He knew all brutes would deserve the fate he gave them. He knew the elites would all want swords and carbines so he grabbed twenty each and got ready to lift off.
The arbiter saw the five hunters enter the dropship and all the rest in the last three. He saw Putamee enter a different dropship. He was about to tell him no but he needed to talk to his partner. "Arbiter, wheres are destination," An elite asked! "The arch,"
[Edited on 3/18/2005 2:46:58 PM]