Navy put up a good fight.
Course they did. It's Earth.
Better late than never.
How bout you show some respect, Romeo.
Just saying, Dutch. They missed one.
No. They left it for us.
You know the music, time to dance.
Hello, beautiful.
Pods. Now.
Replacements?
This many years into the war?
At least they listen.
To me. And they're not gonna like what they hear.
Orders are orders.
C'mon, Monica. What could be more important than that carrier?
My orders. And Buck? Call me Captain. I'll pass on that dance... but you can show me where sit.
What the hell kind of armour was she wearing?
I don't know, Mickey. I wasn't looking at her gear.
Seriously?
We're gonna be close quarters...
Exactly.
Second-to-last. Right next to mine.
Courtesy? [?]
You gonna tell us her name, Gunny?
Miss Naval Intelligence - our new boss. So check your mouths, find your chairs, and get set for a combat drop.
What the hell am I supposed to do with this inside a Covenant ship?
Wake up, Buttercup.
Relax Rookie, he don't mean nothin'. And besides, now's one of those times it pays to be the strong, silent type.
Latest intel reports Covenant troops are massing beneath the carrier...
[presumably something we didn't hear]
We're not gonna find out way up here.
Troopers! We are free and very, VERY mean! [Not sure if this is right, but it sounds cool]
I take it back: Navy got its butt kicked.
Hey Romeo? Remember when I told you to shut your mouth?
Yeah.
Well, consider that a standing order.
Captain! This...[something]
Stand by to adjust trajectory... on my mark...
What'd she just say?
Mark!
We're way off course!
We're headed exactly where I need to go.
But we're gonna miss the carrier!
Radiation!
Did the Covenant just set off a nuke?
No! The carrier's going to jump, it's a slipspace rupture beneath it!
EMP! Losing power...
Standby... they bust our chutes, [?] we're going in hard!