Zay said nothing, but ravenously devoured the flavored protein paste. He did not offer to share. Once he was done, he helped the others out of the shuttle, then went in to find more food. At a cursory glance his actions might seem selfish, but for better or worse they had just been downgraded from a technologically spacefaring culture, to a hunter-gatherer culture. At least for the immediate forseeable future. And there was an ancient truth that applied to every hunter-gatherer culture all across the galaxy. The Hunters ate first, and ate best. It was necessary, for the culture depended upon the Hunter's success to survive, and the Hunter's success depended on his strength being maintained at optimum levels. Before children, before the elderly, before the sick, the Hunters had to be prioritized on the matter of food distribution.<br/><br/>Looking at the smattering of civlians and military who came off the shuttle...most wounded to injured to some extent...there was no doubt Zay was going to be doing the lion's share of the hunting and gathering, so it was doubly important he fortify himself now.<br/><br/>He took a few moments to survey their immediate surroundings. This area was a tad open for his tastes, but he was leery of leading the survivors into the jungle beyond the beach without knowing more of the local flora and fauna, or the nature of the sabotage they'd been struck by. At least with the ocean at their backs, they need only look in one direction for danger. Probably. That in mind, he spoke."Let's set up base camp here. The shuttle wreckage can provide both shade from the sun, and cover from hostiles. Get some firepits going and put the least injured on watch duty. Raglan's warning said Sabotage, so be wary. I'll move from crash site to crash site rounding up survivors and bringing them back here. I'll also see what I can do about bringing back some game to eat. Soldier, your monoblade. "<br/><br/>He extended his hand to a soldier. The woman handed him her monoblade with her good hand. He had one when he was military, but relenquished it when he relenquished his commission. It was naught but a simple grip, but with a push of a button the monomolecular edged blade within would be extended to knife, machete, or sword lengths. Attaching it to his belt, he started toward the next nearest wreck.<br/><br/>Suddenly he stopped. Sabotage. There was no reason for anybody on the ship to sabotage a simple colonization effort to a backwater that showed so signs of valuable ores or minerals in the initial surveys. Barring a random crackpot then, that raised the possibility of hostile outsider lifeforms. Maybe even indigenous people the first surveys missed. Any hope of establishing peaceful communication would hinge on actually being able to communicate. "Miss Minari, if you feel up to it, come with me."<br/><br/>Having her would slow him down considerably, but might prove critical.