Martin shrugged. “About twenty percent of the habitable area of the ring. They aren’t homogenous either.” The image changed to another city, with completely different architecture. Another that looked like it was some kind of farming mecca, with floating fields on stony terraces that held themselves in the air in defiance of gravity. All were universally desolate. “You don’t want the Forerunner’s casualty estimate, Lucky. Believe me.”