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	[color=00aeef]"Captain Leroux, if I may speak with you in private, that would be appreciated, I have something I would like to run past you."[/color] The Captain would nod his head once, then motion with his left hand for Aviza to follow him to one side of the conference room, far away enough so that no one could hear them. The two of them could be seen talking, holding a conversation that appeared silent for any who were observing. This would continue for a short while until the Captain and Aviza would shake hands, though the Spartan now had a rare smile across her face. She would then place her helmet back onto her head and secure it into position as the two of them went their own separate ways. 

[color=00aeef]"I'm heading to the Pelican."[/color] announced Aviza to anyone that cared to listen as she departed the conference room, she wanted to be one of the first onboard. When she arrived, Aviza would enter through the back of the Pelican, walking up the ramp and into it. From there, she would take one of the many vacant seats, and strap herself in for the ride up to the Autumn-class Heavy Cruiser, UNSC Chorus of Thunder.  

The view of the Earth becoming smaller and smaller from the D77-TC Pelican was something that always created a rush of emotion inside of Aviza, part of it was joy, part of it was sadness, mixed with many others. This time was no different, and Aviza peered out the back of the Pelican at the spectacle. 

Once they had arrived at the UNSC Chorus of Thunder and touched down inside of its hanger, Aviza quickly stood up and moved to the rear of the Pelican, stepping down the ramp and out into the hanger itself. Being inside of a Autumn-class Heavy Cruiser was something Aviza was not use to, she spent most of her time on the UNSC Infinity or a UNSC Phoenix-class colony ship. This was obviously much smaller, but she could adjust, [color=00aeef]"At least we have our own personal rooms."[/color] thought Aviza to herself as she peered around the interior of said hanger. 

It dawned upon her that she had not had anything to eat or drink for the last twenty four hours, and finding the ships mess-hall sounded like her top priority at the moment. [color=00aeef]"I have to admit, I am quite hungry and thirsty, I'm heading to the mess hall if anyone would like to join me?"[/color] announced Aviza, while looking over a highly detailed local map of the UNSC Chorus of Thunder upon her personal data-pad.