Kaze snorted grumpily as he moved through the brush of the unknown planet. Massive feet and wings crushing the plants underneath as he moved away from his downed ship. [i]Should have brought an actual pilot[/i] He thought while looking up at the sky. His eyes narrowed when he noticed that the moon of the planet was moving towards the sun slowly. An eclipse, something that lasted only minutes on his world. Who knew how long it would last here. Looking down a display flickered to life on his wrist, he was going in the right direction of where everyone had set down.

The pace quickened to keep up with the moon. As he moved everyone out in the cleared area was chattering, but his own headset couldn't pick it up. It was older than the humans tech and didn't have the same range. Then again his species could communicate over miles upon miles with deep sounds reverberating through their torsos. This had limited their development of communicative tech for a long period of time. While he thought and moved the sun was fully eclipsed. The trip had been peaceful until that point and now he could hear things rustling.

He didn't need communication to hear the sounds of combat up ahead. Apparently whatever had attacked was nocturnal, what else warranted two pathfinders and a bundle of kodiaks to be brought in? The sound of laser fire and exploding wood or stone was message enough for him. His pace doubled, those massive wings nearly hauling the rest of him along. To the defenders it looked like a behemoth had burst out of the tree-line. To creatures he came up behind he looked like a mountain of muscle. Not a weapon in sight, but he didn't really need one.

Those massive wings reached over and tore a youngish tree from the ground, root-ball and all, before it was swung. Shields were designed to handle a certain amount of distress before dying, if the creatures had shields the poor bubbles would have exploded shortly before the smaller beings were crushed. Shifting the mass of wood he blocked some of the incoming fire from those that turned their attention to him. The trunk had chunks torn out of it but otherwise was intact. Turning the mass of lumber in his wings 'hands' he chucked it like a spear directly along the enemy line. More enemy fire came his way and he shielded his main body-mass with one of those enormous wings of his. His shields flickered up but they wouldn't hold for long under sustained gunfire.

His other wing was used to pry up and flip flat looking boulder as temporary cover to let his shields recharge.