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(Alright, put them into your inventory, then. Also, you might as well grab any weapon off the Internet as you want, seeing as we are the only two here.)

"Alright, Captain, get to that beacon." Liz said. They reached Johnson's beacon and he hopped onto the Pelican. It then shut its bay doors and headed toward the U.N.S.C. Franklin D. Roosevelt, boarding it. "Alright, stationary fleet, make sure that nothing Covenant comes into or goes out of this sector, got it?" Liz said over FLEET COM before her capitol ship jumped to Slipspace. The Roosevelt was built almost twice as large as a normal U.N.S.C. Titan class ship, and with more than five times as many guns. It's Ultra MAC gun fired two rounds large enough to punch through a Capitol ship's shields with ease. It carried with it at all times more than 144 wings of Pelicans and Longsword Interceptors, and had enough Shiva nuclear warheads to glass a planet. It also had two prototype plasma cannons built from stolen Covenant designs thanks to Cortana. The number of turrets and anti-fightercraft missile launchers on it's outer hull was innumerable, and it had more than 50,000 ODST drop pods. Also on it was Liz's personal vehicle escort: A Scarab and a fleet of Wraiths and Scorpion Tanks, with innumerable amounts of Warthogs, Gausshogs, Battlevettes, and Liz's own personal Corvette, which she immediately handed off the keys to her old Vette for it. It was a remake of a 1953 Chevy Vette Roadster, with an automated triple gauss turret in the back, a Titanium-A snowplow on the front, and two pop-up gatling guns; one in the front right, the other in the back left. It's steering could go 90 degrees on both sides, meaning that, in essence, if she was surrounded, and in her new Vette, she could turn completely in one direction, hit the accelerator, spin around in place, and start firing her chainguns, mowing down everything. "Beautiful....." Liz said, then removed Alpha from her helmet and set her in the holodesk. "Rather comfy in here..." Alpha said, expanding to test out everything. The triple turret rotated, the gatling guns popped-up smoothly, revved up, revved down, and she then tested out the wheels. "Hmm.... Mind if I take it out for a test drive?" Alpha asked. "Not at all. Bring us down!" Liz said to the control of her vehicle hangar, who nodded. Suddenly, the floor below Liz's '53 dropped, and then opened up into a test track for vehicles. "this. Is. The best day of my life." Liz said, not expecting anything like this.

"Ah, I see they took my recommendation to whatever ONI has for a heart. Well, Alpha's rec, actually." Liz said, drifting around a corner. "Reset steering to all wheel." She said, then shifted into reverse. "Let's hope this works." She hit the accelerator, drifted one-hundred-and-eighty degrees, and activated her gauss turret as the Banshee flew over head and a Ghost appeared around the corner behind her. She popped open the rear Chaingun and fired as her gauss turret fired and rotated three times, taking out the Banshee, which vanished, the hologram disrupted, as did the Ghost from the chaingun. Liz returned the Vette to it's normal position, switched the steering back to front wheel, and then pulled up to the lift back to her ship's garage. "Liz? I've got two things to tell you. 1) You hit over 150 mph in that Vette. Impressive. And 2), Tex just activated her homing beacon. They've picked her up, and with Omega intact." The monitor said. "Good to hear." (We need as many Spartans as we can get. And Tex happens to be just the badass to make up for several Spartans on her own.)

"Actually, I think that we should be more terrified than the Covenant about you becoming a Spartan." Liz joked. "Alright, what is her condition?" She asked.darkgreen] "Not good. She's missing an arm." "She's been missing that arm for months now. Wait, which arm?" "Her left one." "Ok, yeah, that's new. Tell the med ship guys to listen to whatever she says. If she wants her left arm to be a god-damned missile launcher, then they should do it. We should be arriving at Earth in around 20 hours, people. Oh, and make sure that once her arm is rebuilt, that she does not try and go down on the Ark." "Roger, roger."