The goldie stood in one of the viewing rooms, watching a pair of novices tearing each other to pieces with a smile. "Can't beat that ameteur spirit..." As the fighting wound down, he decided to head down to the armory and see how his armor repairs were coming. A lucky hit had cleaved his chest plate in two, but he had burned his opponents arm off with his plasma rifle. After a short elevator ride he finds himself in front of two guards, who wave him into the weapons room.