This was the same sort of sleenshit they got taught in training. Battlefield psychology. Break things down into smaller, practical steps so you didn't think too hard about anything.

He opened his mouth to snap at Wrathion, but stopped short. They weren't on Geonosis. He wasn't being told to ignore reality for the good of the Republic. This was a friend trying to help.

He took a deep breath. "...Alright." He started forward again, probing the sand ahead of him with the walking stick, stepping around the bodies.

"If there's enough of them to make off with everyone's stuff, we're looking at..." He was speaking slowly, having to force himself to concentrate. "...At least one for every five of us. Probably more than that. We'll either have to regroup or pick off targets around the perimeter."