Sarah Arrowson sat in her pod, fists clenched, waiting for the moment where the pod would be released and she would fall to the planet. She began to type commands onto a tiny terminal in the pod, staring at the map of the local area, which was being provided by a satellite above the planet. As she scrolled around, she saw a pelican dropping a few marines onto a roof, before taking off again. She watches as a tiny smoke trail floats it's way to the pelican and detonates at one of the engines, causing the aircraft to swerve and hit a building. Sarah winced slightly, but was quickly drawn away from the distraction as the light above her, which was normally red, flashes green for a few seconds. "Squad leader, this is Arrowson. I saw a bird get hit on the satellite feed. There could possibly be survivors." Sarah says, before she feels a wave of sickness, and saw that the pod was descending rapidly from the ship. She groans slightly, feeling nauseous. "I hate the drop. It's the only part I hate." She clenches her fists harder, and forces herself to avoid throwing up.