Draiss shook his head and stood up. "No, I was just being friendly, proving that I only get big, nasty and mean when there is a Beyonder present."<br/><br/>He watched the dragon head out, claiming he could find his own way out, with a teleport, and hummed, before tapping his ear and speaking in binary. "Oversoul? Get the gunboats combat ready, now. I want them off the drawing board and in full production within three months. Yes, I know the first models will be substandard, that is why we have the death world, remember?"<br/><br/>Draiss grinned at the dry retort on the other end, before killing the conversation. He was just glad that the death world had reached its 'maximum' size for the moment, the size of a small plane, and after only seven years of constant effort no less. It had drifted a bit closer to the far realms of the material planar map, but not enough to really worry him yet. It was self stabilizing, and several of the species, now that active pruning had stopped on his part, were already showing significant evolutions. The ambush displacers were doing remarkably well, almost ready to make their own civilization, or would be in a few millennium. Done checking up on his private training world, he teleported out, and headed toward the main capital where this 'emperor' he had heard so much about was. He was going to go there the old fashioned way, walking, and was gonna damn well like it. It would also give the two infiltrator models time to get inserted and learn things.