Scott saluted when he was given his order before beginning to gather various items and attaching them to himself. He loaded his pack with magazine clips and grenades, stashing an extra med kit amongst the jumble. Slinging this across his back he snatched another rifle just as the Spartan barked out his order for them to get their harnesses on and everything took a nosedive.<br/><br/>As his balance was thrown off, Scott stumbled and felt various pieces of equipment bumped into him in their fall. Absently he hoped nothing would go off with the force but pushed this thought aside as he reached for his harness. Blindly he grabbed the harness as he felt the crate from earlier once more slide into him and pin him against the seats. Grumbling something about how they should have harnesses for the crates he managed to turn himself so his back was to the wall. Using his foot he shoved the crate over and harnessed himself in. The rifle he had been getting before the tip had slipped from his hand and had disappeared somewhere in the mess that was the cargo hold. He prayed he had enough to last without it as he felt he wouldn't have time to grab it after.