Altair looked around him most were dead bodies some charred beyond recognition. The small few left were men who were waking up the ones that weren't in immediate danger were inside the ship foraging for supplies. That left the ones on the ground withering in pain as the ones that needed the most help. A man laying a few feet away from them was groaning. "Well I guess we should start with him. There are a few more that are at death's door I'll bring them to you. Just sit tight and work your miracles." He smiled softly and turned to gather the men. He picked them up one by one with his mind and pulled them in.<br/><br/>Altair laid out the men in order of rows from most severe and in need down to not so needy. It would make her job easier. He gathered blankets to lay the men on and bandage wrappings. But he knew Dalaena's work firs had and doubted they would need the badanges much. "That should help they're all in order so you can go down the line. There's barely any of us left so yur job should be quick." Altair counted the remaining men injured or not. From what he could tell there were about 25 to 30 men left. Compared to the previous couple hundred it was a great defeat. It crushed Altair that he lost so many good men. It made him drop to his knees and hold his head.<br/><br/>He was suppose to become the greatest Captain in history and he couldn't achieve that with so many dead bodies on his hands. Altair couldn't fall here he refused to. All those deaths wouldn't be for nothing. He would fight for what few remaining men were left it was almost certain that he would lose more men on this planet. But they would survive but first Altair needed to find them shelter. Being out in the open wasn't a smart idea anymore. When everybody was on their feet they would have to find somewhere else to stay out of the way of the natural elements as well as the animals.