Corporal Haynes Devman - Half a Mile Down a Mountain East of the Northern Pelican Crash Site.

He ripped away the restraints of his seat as soon as he landed. Perhaps in such high adrenaline situation that was occurring back inside the warship he wasn't able to feel the effects of gravity and inertia of the drop. His arms launched forward, grabbing the stock of the MA5C beside him and attaching it to his hoist around his back. Next was his DMR.

In his hurry and anticipation of the Covenant forces he pushed the emergency hatch release to prepare for the possibility, but in his haste he failed to realise his immediate surroundings. As the hatch popped, snow immediately plundered in as high winds ripped the hatch into the air, carrying it as it freefalls into the earth. "Shit, fuck!" The extra ammunitions and frag grenades was caught by the same wind. Devman's futile attempts to recover his supplies had failed as they float away.

There was almost no ground in front of him... Only large mountain rocks covered in snow with a steep descent and a vertical dip that would tempt death to reach for Devman. He inspected his current magazine on the DMR's screen. "Goddamnit."

He look through the scope of the DMR to ensure a clear coast before making a very careful exit from his pod.