The Spartan picked up a M7KR SMG, four frags, four plasma grenades from a compartment above the now awake ODST, and seven magazines for both his firearms. From a box under the seat he had been in, he pulled out two hilts for a pair of custom energy swords. A pack that he picked up from a supply crate was packed with extra ammunition, grenades, biofoam canisters, and med kits. The other ODSTs equipped themselves for close-quarters combat and vehicular slaughter.<br/><br/>"Once you're all set, lock yourselves in harnesses. This'll get rough!!!" The Spartan shouted as he attached all the equipment he'd pulled out to his armor.<br/><br/>Taking his own advice, he sat in the seat he was in before and pulled the harness down. It locked as he looked around. The two ODSTs he knew were just locking themselves down. The last ODST was apparently fumbling around grabbing stuff at random as the Albatross starting shaking really badly. A harsh tone burst from him as he looked on.<br/><br/>"Move your arse, Trooper!!" He snapped,  his aggravation clear in his voice as the Albatross lurched violently.