Kurayami was indeed still on planet. He had landed on the outskirts of the settlement a bit after the battle was over. He was resting, sitting on the upper right wing, leaning against the engine compartment. His head was resting on his hands as he let his mind wander. He was not quite as uncaring as he came off to many whom he didn't know well. He was surprisingly soft spoken when not under duress, though the sense of humor was almost always the same. He sighed at the thought that he would be the last one to carry on the legacy of an entire squadron now. More than the legacy though, the ideals is what really weighed on him. So few pilots these days seemed to care about any shred of honor in a fight. It was just about who could kill who faster. Death of a fellow pilot who could give you a run for your money should be the last option, not the first. Could it lead to your demise? Sure, but at least you would still have your honor intact and go down fighting. Eight had no chance of recovery with how close to the ground he had been, what Kurayami had done was an act of mercy, granting him a quick death over the possibility of languishing on the edge after a crash. The craft had been inverted before tumbling wing over wing. It was sad, but he knew Eight had done everything he could and that even a few hundred feet more he would have had a chance.
His replaying of the battle in his mind was interrupted by a ping. Another message, this one from [member="Tegaea Alcori"]. Not a name he could say he recognized, but the channel was one of the standard SSC channels. His name had come up an a discussion between her and [member="Audren Sykes"] about hangars. Something about input on the design? He shrugged and slid down off the wing, jumping back into the pilot seat and closing the canopy, He only trottled up to a quarter of full, since he'd have to keep an eye out for a new structure. Not that it should be too hard, but with so much prefab construction and salvaged parts serving as housing, it might not be too easy.
After a relatively thorough grid pattern search, he noticed a fighter set down near a pre-fab building. Making sure to leave a decent amount of open space between his fighter and the other he set down. Climbing out of the cockpit, he let the canopy slide forward as he dropped back down into the sand and made his way towards the pre-fab. Upon entering the structure, Kurayami looked around. Audren was easily enough visible and he did recognize him as the other guy that had been on that fateful trip to the place with all the cannibals. Some forced landing on a beach and angry tribe people who didn't like technology, or something like that. He nodded as he started towards him, noting the woman he was currently speaking to. As he approached the pair he unsealed and removed his helmet, nodding politely towards them. He didn't wish to interrupt their discussion so he would wait for a break before introducing himself.