Tier 3 Weapons

"Boom! Boom!"

Carl, clad in Primarch Power Armor, walked across the deck with heavy, thunderous footsteps.

She strode up to the slightly dazed Arthur. Wearing Primarch Power Armor, she looked down at him even more imperiously and said with a metallic voice from inside her helmet, smiling:

"What's with the blank look, Little Brother Arthur?"

"Huh? Mm... nothing..." Hearing Carl's voice, Arthur finally snapped out of his daze.

After a pause.

He looked up at Carl and asked, "Sister Carl, if I'm going to follow you into Boarding Operations... I should at least wear some decent Power Armor, right? If that's not possible, then UBCS's AAES4 or the Helljumpers' Individual Equipment would do."

"No." Carl gently shook her head, then waved her left hand and calmly instructed the technicians nearby, "Help the young master change into the Marine Corps' Individual Equipment. Remember, give him the new model, not those outdated pieces of scrap without Energy Shields."

"Yes, ma'am."

Upon receiving Carl's order, the technicians gathered around Arthur and led him toward an area nearby that did not require a changing platform.

One of the supervisors even said respectfully, "Young master, please come with us."

"Wait... What? Sister Carl? Just the Marine Corps' Individual Equipment?" Arthur turned around and questioned her with extreme reluctance.

"Little Brother Arthur, you don't even have a rank yet, and you haven't received military training like Boss Ivan. Of course you have to start at the bottom with the Marine Corps.

"Besides, I've already been very kind to you by not making you wear the old equipment. You should be satisfied." Carl smiled as she spoke.

"But... sigh..." Arthur let out a sigh.

"Young master, the Marine Corps' equipment is already excellent. It's considerably stronger than the security forces' and the UNSC Army's. Be satisfied."

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