Ignoring the wild shaking of the landig craft he inspected the troops inside the Larty, aswell as the jedi. [b]"Squad one, four casualties, one wounded. Squad two, one casualty, four wounded, squad three, seven casualties, no wounded. We also have five jedi on board, of which one wounded."[/b] He said, grabbing hold of the handles hanging from the ceiling as they continued through the flak fire. All in all, of the 30 soldiers that had landed just now, 12 had died or were left behind, and five had been injured. Quite a grim score, considering that of the first three squads of the entire legion in their first true battle lost over half of its men. [b]"Sir Jedi."[/b] He said while walking through the shaking gunship, grabbing the arm of the injured jedi, and helping him to one of the handles. 

As the sounds of warfare gradually faded, and the trembling course of the Larty flattened, the men relaxed as they neared their destination. In there they'd drop the jedi and would replenish numbers and ammunition, before continuing with General Yoda in the Larty in order to outflank the surprised Separatist forces. All in all, he concluded, looking at the men around him, they had done very well. He saw the occasional blaster mark on the soldier's armours, their first battle-marks. His own thigh-plate carried the mark of a blaster bolt that had failed to penetrate too. Probably a B1 that made a glancing shot on him. It surprised him that he hadn't noticed, since usually it did hurt, a lot, even with tthe armour.