Mek landed a long time before the other survivors. Some pods did manage to get off before him, but none of them made it as far as he could tell. He'd gotten a small squad together and set up a base of operations to be defended. As the ranking only ranking officer still concious and not MIA or KIA, he was in charge, despite his being a crewman.<br/><br/>Some supplies and vehicles landed in his area. He tracked the boat carrying Kirche and followed down in a fresh warthog. The radio was wired to broadcast an old song;<span style="font-style: italic">Welcome to The Jungle</span>so that people would know there were other survivors. The greenhorn sitting in the passenger's seat, however, would have rather just have died in the landing than listen to it. He reached over to turn it off.<br/><br/>"Touch that dial private and I will rip your nuts off," Mek threatened.<br/><br/>He stopped the warthog just a few feet from Kirche's crash site. The marines jumped out and started searching the area for survivors. Mek was a little more concerned with finding anything he could salvage and use later. Kirche's pod was damaged beyond repair, and he found nothing.<br/><br/>"Sir!" One of the marines yelled. "I think we've got a live one here!"<br/><br/>Mek rushed over to find Kirche lying unconcious beside the pilot's chair.<br/><br/>"Ok, let's get him back," he ordered the two marines. "Load him up."<br/><br/>The marines laid the unconcious Kirche on the back of the warthog and they took off back the way they came.