Daraldon Daskargam crawled out of the wreckage of the crashed fighter. he picked up his radio. " Forzh" he cursed, seeing the massive gash in the side of the device. He crawled back into the crashed plane, past the body of his copilot, Jodhras Hasimion. He pulled a crate full of disposable food packets and a flare gun. He checked his service pistol to make sure it was in working order. " Forzh " he cursed again. His pistol was smashed in half. Shuddering in disgust, he pulled Jodhras's pistol out from under him. He opened the crate and shook the tent out to its full size. He placed the crate in the tent, then looked around for some high ground, where hopefully the flare would be seen by a patrol looking for the missing plane. He spotted a small mountain looming in the distance. Reassured, he crawled into his tent and slept.