There was a breif pang of loss, and pointlessness as Zay picked himself out of the rubble. For all the efort he'd expended to save as many as he could, he failed to save the people on his shuttle. It was that last second he had spared to make sure nobody else was coming. The tail end of the shuttle was caught on on the edge of the cataclysmic blast wave that signalled the last hurrah of the once-noble<em>Traveler</em>.<br/><br/>It was a minor miracle that he kept the ship in one peice with one engine completely annihilated, and inertial dampeners offline for the first few minutes of descent. On one engine, he had managed to skip the little ship along the surface of the ocean before it hit in the sand and created a 100 meter crater. By all right, he shouldn't have survived either. He languished for hours, his battered and broken body gradually mending itself.<br/><br/><br/>Eventually, though he ached everywhere he was able to rise and move. He was also ravenously hungry. Such heavy taxing healing efffort always did that to him. Nothing edible survived the crash. Nothing but the other doomed passengers. He wasn't<em>that</em>hungry. At least, not yet.<br/><br/>As he emerged into the bright light of day, he quickly noted a mixture of rising smoke and descending vapor trails that indicated roughly where a dozen other lifepods and evac shuttles had landed. Hoping they had faired better than he had, he ignored the stabbing bite of hunger in his belly, and pushed on toward the nearest one.