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A lot has happened in the year since my last update. I graduated College, started University, and I'm preparing to declare for a Doctorates program. So I apologies for the wait... Given this reality I may be a bit more sporadic in my updates for a time to come.

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Icesquall: I love those trailers.

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For those of you who are coming up with theories and suggestions keep it up. Only time will tell until answers are reveled...

Now that that's out of the way, here's the next Chapter!

Chapter 8: The Trial

Day of Eren's Trial

Mess Hall

Jean maneuvered through the mess hall, breakfast in hand, in a daze. His mind was still trapped in the events that transpired the previous day. From meeting the outsiders, seeing… Marko, and from the words that the ODST had said to him. So much had transpired in such a little amount of time that Jean was left feeling numb and out of body as he found a seat and began eating. He was so disconnected from his world that he didn't even notice who was sitting near him, or even the taste of his food. All he did was there sat quietly thinking about everything and nothing.

It was only when he heard a familiar voice beside him did he register the world around him once more.

"Eren's being put on trial? For what?"

It was Mikasa who had jarred Jean from his stupor.

"I don't know the details." Armin responded, "I think it's about deciding how to deal with Eren… Rumor has it that they even plan on putting the outsiders on trial as well."

This grabbed Jeans attention as he continued to listen to the conversation besides him.

"What does that mean?" Mikasa asked Armin, referring to Eren's situation.

"They're probably deciding whether he lives or dies.-"

Mikasa stood up with a look of shock and repulsion on her face as the gravity of Eren's situation sunk in. But before Mikasa could say anything the doors to the mess hall were thrown open in a manner that demanded everyone's attention.

At the door, three Military police personal scanned the room for whomever they were sent to retrieve. "Mikasa Ackerman! Armin Alert! Are you present?"

"Yes," Mikasa answered. She stole a glance at Armin who remained silent.

Without pause the lead officer continued, "You have been ordered to appear at the trial this afternoon as witnesses!" He than called out another name, "Jean Kirstein!"

"Yes," Jean responded somewhat meekly, he hadn't expected being called out by the military police, nor, would he have expected to be singled out separately from the Mikasa and Armin.

"You have been ordered to appear at the second trial this afternoon as a witness."

Second trial? Jean wondered to himself as the realization quickly washed over him, The outsiders!

Third Day on planet

Midday

Captain Schmitt stood vigilant at the precipice of the two warthogs waiting for the military police to arrive. Six had already informed him, through eavesdropping on conversations using the coms equipment in his armor, that Eren the Titan shifter was already being prosecuted in a military tribunal. Which meant it was only going to be a matter of time before the Military police would arrive to bring them to court.

He had already worked out a plan with the Spartan to make sure that the entire group wasn't taken away leaving valuable military assets to be confiscated by the local military, as well as prepared, to the best of their abilities, a collection of videos and audio files, with their appropriate gear, to be used in convincing the tribunal to uphold their original agreement.

Schmitt inwardly sighed as he looked down at his quickly shrinking shadow before immediately shifting he gaze to this planet's sun. It's just about high noon… Schmitt thought back to some old western movies that he would occasionally catch Corporal Eastwood watching, usually before or after he mentioned that one of ancestors was an actor in said movies. If he recalled correctly, the confrontations in those movies usually happened just about… now. Schmitt sighed as he came out of that thought as he remembered Corporal Eastwood had died during the exodus of New Alexandrea.

It was just about then that Schmitt finally saw a green uniform come from around a corner, followed closely by a dozen more armed men under the same unicorn insignia. Schmitt quickly said a silent prayer to himself as he checked to see if everyone was in position.

Corporal Stacker and Private Schultz where "working" on the warthogs to either side of him, heads bent down as they appeared to work. Weapons, which sat just within arm's reach of both of them, were out of sight to the approaching Military police; cocked, loaded, and safeties off. Both engineers had instinctively positioned themselves behind the warthogs, in their 'work', to use as cover if all hell broke loose.

Galik, as planned, was assisting Corporal Stacker in her 'repairs' on one of the warthogs and if things were to go badly he would be one driving that warthog since it had become self-evident he was not suited to be a machine gunner. Too much wasted ammo.

Six, was stooped further away from the group as he continued his normal daily routine of disassembling, cleaning, and reassembling weapons. If it wasn't enough that his armor and size marked him as the black sheep in the group, then his… unique behavior in the upcoming confrontation might be enough to sway the cards into the survivors favor.

The lead officer stopped sixty paces from Schmitt, flanked on either side by half a dozen officers with muskets drown and at the ready before exclaiming, "I have been ordered to arrest you, all of you for being foreign entities within our walled nation! Come peacefully and their will be a trial to determine how we move forward from here!"

None of the survivors reacted to the Officer's demand. Schmitt, himself, continued to stand where he was, with his weapon held causally in his hands before responding nonchalantly, almost dumb to their demands, "I'm sorry, our understanding of your language is a little rough, could you repeat that?" Their response to this question would be the key to deciding how to handle this confrontation.

And from the look on the Officer's goateed face, it was clear that these military police soldiers hadn't done any research on their targets, for it appeared like they actually believed what Schmitt had said. The lead officer even sighed with a look of impatience as he began to slowly repeat himself, "I. Have. Been. Ordered. To. Arr-"

But that was as far as he got before every Survivor pulled their weapons on the Military police soldiers, except for the Spartan who merely stood up. This drastic change of events seemed to have dumbfounded the Military Police soldiers and caused the head MP to visibly jump at the sight of the change in events. Although, to their credit, they did quickly get their wits about themselves as Schmitt spoke up.

"That's what I thought you were saying." Schmitt looked at Six, who then began to slowly move to one side of the large group of MP's. As he moved in a large arc, he kept his head stooped down like a wolf circling it's pray... Waiting for the right moment to attack. Which definitely shook the MP's a bit more than Schmitt had hoped. "We have no interest in surrendering ourselves to you. We represent a sovereign nation and we would prefer to be treated as such, not as some pesky vermin to be pushed around."

Schmitt gestured to Six to stop his hunt, and stand still. "So, we will offer you this. You can take one of us… of your choice, to represent us in this trial your people have set up to decide our fate. But, they are to be treated as dignitaries, not as prisoners" Schmitt put special emphasis on those two words, for he was sure now, given who they were turning to and pointing their rifles at the Spartan, that Six was going to be their choice.

Schmitt once again made a nonaggressive signal to his men as a whole, resulting in all the survivors lowering their weapons. "So, what do you say? Who will be our dignitary?"

Schmitt held his breath as he waited to see if they would even accept the deal, or if he would have to instill plan B. After several seconds of tense silence as the Military Police exchange glances to one another, the lead MP finally spoke up. His voice cracked, but after he cleared it, his voice only sounded slightly shaken. "We.. We accept your offer. He," the Military Police Officer pointed at Six, "will be your representative."

Perfect. Schmitt still needed to put on a bit of an act. He still had to make sure that the Military Police believed that they were in control, so he played off their choice like it was not what he was hoping for, "You sure you want him? He's not much of a talker, I don't think he will get our message across that well." He could tell from the MP's faces that that was their plan. "At the very least, can you let him bring in a few recordings to show where we came from?"

They seemed to think on that point for a few minutes, taking delight in having the upper hand once again, if only because Schmitt was playing them, before finally agreeing to allow Six to bring a handful of data pads to be used as visual aids during the trial. No doubt, they were planning on trying to use this information on the Survivors in one shape or form for their own benefit, but that was acceptable.

With that part of the plan taken care of, Six moved to the nearest warthog and began to disarm himself in preparation to be taken away as a military dignitary. As he removed all the visible weapons from his person he made sure to avoid bringing any attention to the energy sword that was attached to his back, which to the uninformed native's appeared as nothing more than an ornate decoration. After he finished removing all of his weapons, he moved to Captain Schmitt and handed him a worn, chipped and bloody Kukri, one which was labeled with another Spartans serial number… "Keep it safe." Was all the Spartan told the ODST as he turned and secured the seven data pads for the upcoming trial.

The newly dignified Spartan then moved to be escorted by the local Military Police to the location of the trial.

Their gamble had worked. Six, the only survivor who was skilled enough to survive alone, with no weapons, was going into a political hornets' nest by himself. And now, if the trial were to go badly, the rest of the survivors would have a leg up on the native military, for they would know through Six's helmet, exactly when to start fighting. Well before that order could fall to the soldiers stationed around the survivor's encampment…

Military Tribunal

Pain…

That was all Eren could feel as everything around him moved in a hazy. He had barely heard the Supreme commander's decision over the throbbing of his blood to freshly bruised areas of his head, neck, and body. But, he heard it. It was now the Survey corps property, and that was all that mattered.

As his restraints were removed and he was dragged, out of the Tribunal room he could hear Jean being called up by the tribal to discuss his interaction with the outsiders.

The outsider... The mention of them brought back a short but vivid memory of their appearance at the gate of Trost. He remembered vividly a metal man, overlooking the hole. Killing a titan in a single blow with an oversized weapon before turning it towards him in his titan form. His face had no features… it was just a silver screen.

He recalled that the outsiders were even mentioned as possible escorts to destroy Eren if he ever stepped out of line…

But who were they?

He had never met them in person, and no one was willing to discuss them in any detail when he was imprisoned.

Maybe now, I can find out who those people are… But he lost his train of thought as he saw a procession of Military Police escorting in a tall individual.

As Eren attempted to make out the individual's details, he quickly realized it was the outside who had stationed himself on the tower overlooking the hole in Trost. The man was far taller than Eren had originally thought, although that impression may have been forced on him after learning that Levi was so small. But regardless of that, this man-if he were human- looked like the incarnation of war. Signs of battle damage littered his armor and even though he was being closely escorted by over a dozen Military Police personnel. He carried himself with an air of authority, as if he was leading them to their destination. And as the Outsider passed by Eren, for a split second, it felt to Eren as if the silver faceless man had looked into his soul...

As Eren finished wrapping his mind around what he had just witnessed, he heard the doors to the Tribunal room close behind him.

Trial of the outsiders

Jean stood silently next to Commander Ervin of the Survey Corps. He had already recounted his interactions with the outsiders to the Supreme Commander of the military, Darius Zackly, and his hands were now quite moist with sweat. To his growing realization, he really didn't enjoying being in the limelight.

Thump

The doors to the Court room shut loudly as the single outsider was escorted to the center of the Court room. It was the Spartan. And only the Spartan.

Almost immediately Zackly began with a formal opening question to the Spartan as the Spartan made his way to the middle of the room, "What is your name outsider?"

The Spartan's response was crisp with military discipline, "Spartan, Beta Three-one-two, the sixth Spartan of Noble team. Call sign, Noble Six."

Zackly shifted his posture and adjusted his glasses to this soldier's formal response. "That's quite the title you have their Spartan but that's not your name is it?"

"No. No, it is not… but, my name is of little important." That was quite an unusual statement to hear someone say about their own name but Zackly seemed to let that point slide.

"Then what are we to call you?"

"Spartan or Noble Six will suffice."

Zackly leaned back in his chair slightly, in thought to the Spartans response, before continuing, "You do understand why we are having this trial correct, Noble Six?"

"We were only able to put together the basics. You want to know if what we told your Survey Corps is the truth, and if we are a threat to your humanity."

"That is correct." Zackly sighed before continuing, "There are many in the capital and throughout the three military branches whom are weary of outsiders, and their potential reasons for being in our walls… but you have concluded the reason for this trial correctly." Zackly pointed to Six's right, "The Military Police view you as a threat to our society and are arguing for your complete surrender to our government. While," Zackly pointed to Six's left, "the Survey Corps is pushing to keep your original agreement afloat."

Zackly placed a few papers down in front of himself "Now, having heard out both side's arguments over your people, I would like you to explain to us, who, you people really are and if everything you told the Survey Corps is true…"

"Where would you like me to begin?"

Zackly shifted his glasses once again while looking over Six, leaving Jean a little curious to see what the Supreme Commander would suggest to begin with… "Your face." That left Jean a little dumb struck, but than Zackly continued "Since the discovery of Eren Jaeger being a Titan shifter, it has come to many people's concerns that you yourself are not quite human. Coming from many eye witness reports your actions almost seem to linger into superhuman territory, so that is where I would like to begin."

At first, the Spartan only stood there.

Then, nodding his head ever so slightly, with a quiet "alright". He raised both his hands to either side of his helmet, and with a long 'hiss' his helmet depressurized before he pulled it off, revealing his face.

The audience in the room almost all at once burst into murmurs as his face became visible. Jean himself, was dumb struck by the man beneath the mask. He was nothing that Jean had expected, not that Jean had thought much of what the Spartan looked like beforehand.

The Spartans skin was ghostly white like it had been a long time since it had seen the light of day. His unnaturally blue eyes that shifted to a pure silver color at the edge of his pupils were sunk deep into his bloodshot and tired eyes.

It was immediately apparent to everyone in the room that this man had not received a decent night sleep in many months. Throughout his face, fresh and old cuts and bruises shone as trophies from the battles he had fought only days and weeks earlier. But what drew Jeans attention was a relatively nasty cut that pierced through the side of the Spartan's lip which seemed to have reopened in the last few minutes. For a small fresh stream of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

But what was most surprising about this man's face was, even though he was obviously deeply sleep deprived he still had a fire in his eyes. Like there was some unfinished business that he still had to attend to…

"Are you satisfied that I am human?" Was Six's short response to revealing his true face.

Zackly only nodded, leaving the Spartan to continue, "I have brought these seven data pads to help me show you who we are, and what has happened to us." The Spartan handed the data pads to one of the guards that still surrounded him before he pointed to the wooden platform that supported Generalissimo Zackly's seat. "I can also project images from my helmet onto the platform so that the crowd might see what you are seeing. But a white backdrop would need to be placed there."

After some discussion between Zackly and the other higher ups in the trial, Zackly eventually consented to the Spartans suggestion as the devices known as data pads were being passed out to the senior staff on both sides of the trial as well as Zackly and his two assistants. By the time the data pads had been passed out, a white cloth had been overlaid over the area the Spartan had suggested. The Spartan than hit a hidden button on his helmet bringing up an image of an eagle on the white screen and all seven data pads that it was also connected too.

"This was Reach, the planet that we fled from." An image of a world, much like what Petra would imagine their planet looked like from space, took the place of the eagle with outstretched wings. "The images you see now were taken only weeks before the invasion…" The planet was then replaced with an image of pure hell. A burning ball of fire that only the borders of the continents suggested was the same planet as the one shown moments before, "and this is what the planet looked like as we fled only three days ago."

What could have done something like that? Petra thought to herself as she took in the image in front of her. Why-

"Lies! Nothing like that exists outside the walls!" It was one of the priests of the Wall Church, who was spitting their doctrine at the Spartan which broke Petra's thoughts.

At first Petra expected the Spartan to turn on the priest and force him to shut up, but to her surprise the Spartan merely took the verbal attack, without a word. The only thing the Spartan did do, that she noticed, was that the Spartan had tensed his hands into fists at every mention of him or his people being liars. Eventually, Generalissimo Zackly was able to shut the fanatical priest up, with threats that he would be remove from the trial if he did not quite down, before apologizing to the Spartan, "I'm sorry for that interruption Noble Six but do continue."

"…I will spare you many of the details of the three months of war that we took part in as Reach fell and we were left behind… but I will show you enough to understand our situation."

"This video feed was taken on a mission just after we first found Covenant activity on Reach." The Spartan then played a clip from his own personal playback history, from operation: Nightfall. Six used this clip to show the locals the aliens that made up the Covenant, naming each as they came on screen. He also showed the locals the Guta's that he himself had mistaken the Titans for on the first day, and the resistance that had already formed on Reach to save the planet. Six watched the local's military eat it up with a mixture of shock, fear, and curiosity plastered on their faces.

Six cut that playback file right after one of the Reach's local militia, said, "Didn't like leaving it to someone else to protect our homes, so we came back." Leaving out the next part of the man's comment when he admits to stealing military weaponry and stashing it throughout the territory. Six then jumped to the segment of the mission where, he and Jun, finally made visual contact with the Covenant staging area.

"…The following day our military, UNSC ground and air forces stationed on the planet, launched everything we had at the Covenant to try and smother them before they received reinforcements."

As Ervin and the others watched the video feed once again begin anew, they were met with the sight of a group of green soldiers clad like the two Marines that they had met three days ago in a metal room. And if Hanji's information was correct then this video feed was that of Corporal Stacker, the female outsider they had already met in person.

"-that's the plan! We are to hit them fast and loud! So, be ready! We roll out in ten!" Yelled one of the marines who seemed to be the highest ranking in the group before the far side of the metal room fell open revealing a UNSC military staging area.

Ervin was initially surprised by the number of soldiers that saturated the area, as Corporal Stacker moved out of the Pelican and into the staging area proper. He was then amused by the fact that that metal room was in fact an airship of sorts as, Corporal Stacker turned her head back for a moment to watch as the Pelican lifted off to allow another craft room to land.

As Ervin watched through Corporal Stacker's eyes move deeper into the depths of the forward operation base he was left with one burning question, how could these people be losing with this many willing and able soldiers and such advanced weaponry?

But as Corporal Stacker moved her way to the motor pool he started to see the wear of a long war on these foreigners. First Ervin noticed one marine, bend over and heave out his entire stomach contents as other soldiers talked about the coming battle before the video moved to a large groups of soldiers seemingly praying together as if none of them expected to leave the coming battle alive...

By the time Corporal Stacker took her position in one of the innumerable warthogs that lined the arid plains of the planet, Erving was beginning to wonder how very desperate these people really were.

That was when the soldier next to Corporal Stacker spoke up "Word is, there sending in Spartans with us. You don't think the one that saved us on Algolis will be among them do you?"

"One can hope." And it seemed like Stacker was going to continue that statement but was cut off as a new voice labeled as Colonel Erban Holland cut over her COM's.

"Commencing Operation: Tip of the Spear! Happy hunting everyone."

Some distance away someone yelled "Let's do this!" And all the vehicles began to barrel forward like hounds of war only to immediately be overtaken by large metal wing contingencies that shot forward to bring the fight to the enemy in the air. "Happy hunting, flyboys!"

But within minutes Corporal Stacker's radio was constantly pinging with calls of distress from different squads and ships throughout the basins expanse before she switched to a team band length. Her squad wasn't the first into the fray and the fighting was already becoming sever.

"Sixty seconds until contact range." The driver yelled as a swarm of purple flying ships took up formation towards Corporal Stacker and her warthog platoon…

"Thirty seconds!"

The purple beasts were getting bigger as they approached but before anyone let loose there weapons on the banshees a monolith descended from the sky and shattered the banshee contingency.

"Shit! Looks like Delta squad was able to take out the Covenant anti-air."

"Fuck yeah! UNSC Grafton, shove it down their throats!"

Ervin was left in awe at the shear might and power of the Outsiders monolith of a vessel that, from the looks of it as the dark vessel descended, could have been as tall as Wall Rose. He wondered how quickly their own war with the Titans could end if just one of these vessels were brought to this planet…

Petra stood shocked as she watched through the eyes of the UNSC soldier as their offensive begin to falter.

How quickly that battle had changed, once the Covenant Supercarrier made itself know. Petra watched as whole squads were cut down around Corporal Stacker. She watched in mute horror as the UNSC Grifton which had arrived just in time to save Stacker's platoon minutes earlier was destroyed in seconds…

"The UNSC Grifton was lost with all hands. One-thousand, nine-hundred and forty-five service men and women perished in an instant." Six solemnly stated as the video continued, hammering in the enormity of each lost vessel.

For the second time, Petra felt a tinge of regret about her initial opinion about this Spartan. As she turned away from the projected screen, she witnessed the Spartan stare with a distant, almost vague look in his eyes as he watched the falling wreckage of the UNSC Grifton. It almost looks like he's reliving that failure...

She watched as he blinked when the video faded away and his hands relax before he began showing the next clip. One that seemed, given the slight delay in Six's words, like it was causing the Spartan some discomfort to even wish to show. "The next segment I will be showing you will be the last video… This was taken during the fall of New Alexandria."

The video opened to a dimly lit metal locker room crowded with over a dozen men and women casually chatting while donning black armor. Several hard red lights were the predominant source of light in the room. Soon one voice dominated the room.

"Alright, you all know the plan. We are dropping in low and fast to assist in the evacuation of New Alexandria. All squads are to stay fluid and be prepared to move quickly to areas that require the most assistance." Captain Schmitt scanned those around him as the last soldier finished donning his gear. "We will not be able to save everyone today, but as God as my witness we will cheat death out of most of this city."

He paused before asking, "Now, any questions?"

"Yes Captain." One soldier called from the far side of the room while cradling a 99 Anti-Materiel Sniper Rifle, "Any chance you can please explain to our Lance Corporal over here that seven drops does not make you an ace." With that the man stuck his thumb out to point at another soldier with a freshly painted red diamond. The soldier in question responded to the comment by rising his middle finger to the other soldier.

Several in the group laughed to the scene of the two soldiers scuffle before Schmitt finally responded, "That wasn't really a question Private O'Brien. Besides its time to drop." And with that, everyone buckled themselves into their respective Drop pod seats before each pod began to shut.

As the pods shut and began to turn and sink, a female voice boomed in the ODST's helmet, "Most troops enter the battle field by warthog or pelican. Not us, however. Oh no, we enter the battlefield in a different method. Tell me boys and girls… how will you enter battle?"

In a chorus, the Trooper's yelled "We go feet first, ma'am!" And with that, the pods were released from the ships underside before joining the fray over the city.

As Schmitt's pod fell he turned on all frequencies to gauge where his men would be needed and his ears were bombarded with calls for help.

"-There's still people down here!-"

"-District just dropped offline-"

"-Overrun. We'll hold this position as long as we can-"

"—protect our evac!"

"-Just lost our bird-"

Quickly he changed to local frequencies to determine who he could actually help as one of his men's pods took a direct hit from a Banshee's plasma bomb. Causing him to take evasive measures to prevent his own pod from taking any damage from the falling debris.

Soon his pod smashed into the ground offering the Captain seconds of silence, before the door of the pod shot out with a bang, releasing the Captain onto the battlefield.

In front of him, he witnessed a Brute minor rip the arms off of a recently dead civilian, before he and two of his squad mate's unleashed a barrage of bullets into the monster killing it only after it had gotten within feet of the Captain.

With the immediate threat taken care of, Schmitt turned his attention on regrouping his men as he scanned the burning city and watched as two civilian ships were blown out of the sky.

Once his men had gathered, he quickly ordered them to assist a military position secure an airport.-

As the video continued to play the trial room became deathly quiet in their entrancement to the burning city. With memories of their own district burning only three days ago, the wounds of knowing death and despair on a large scale was still fresh in their minds.

As the video played, most of the nobles and many of the military police turned away in disgust as they witnessed the true brutality of the Covenant or, more specifically, the Brutes. Six could even hear at least two individuals barge out of the room to vomit with a third losing his lunch before he could make it out of the room. But the Spartan would not break eye contact with the projector for, to look away would be to deny that these people lived. And he would not take that from them.

Each person he watched die on the playback became yet another reason for him to fight. By the time Schmitt's squad finally ran into him on the video, he did not see himself. All he saw were the souls of the lost manifest in his Spartan shell. All his fighting, abilities, and accomplishments on that and every other battlefield was theirs…

As this video finally came to a stopping point, those within the tribunal finally knew him by a new name, Ackerson's Reaper. A name that followed him like the specters of the dead, which still lingered in his mind.

But before he could push those still, always bleeding internal wounds down to his core someone to his right began yelling.

"Lies! Your people haven't died to those monsters, this is simply deceit, and you're just trying to play the victim. Your people are nothing but charlatans trying to infiltrate our lands! I-" Six snapped his head to the source of the outburst. It was the priest again. Six's patients for this man was already running thin before but with the dead still lingering fresh in his head he could no longer contain himself completely…

"Be quite." The Spartan said through gritted teeth with a look that said noncompliance may result in injury or death. The man had crossed the line.

Six licked the away some fresh blood from the corner of his mouth before continuing. "I don't care what you think about me. I don't care, if you think I'm not human. That I simply am an emotionless thing. But don't you ever say that no one died. So many people, which had far more of a reason to live than you do died on that planet in fear, pain, and loneliness. Don't you EVER belittle them by saying they never lived or died. You dishonor them as much as you dishonor yourself."

Six took a breath, "What you say about our dead is as much an insult as if someone were to say that no one died during the battle of Trost."

With that final sentence the room went silent for several seconds before Zackly smashed his hand against the table to prevent the priest from fanning the flames.

Zackly then sat there in silence as he weighed his choices and all the facts that were laid before him.

Finally, after several minutes of silence he looked down on the Spartan and said, "If that is all Spartan I think I will make my decision."

-END CHAPTER-

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