Draiss tilted his head, as the war room brought up the world map, and he began sedately funneling in squads to begin his counter attack. He grinned and shook his head, a reflexive gesture.<em>Negative, organics can be tainted without their consent, hence why I use constructs. Constructs are incapable of supporting the taint, and we are likely going to have to deploy hot, hard and heavy. Any thing that falls behind will be left behind.</em><br/><br/>He took a deep breath, and then sent a mental message to every god, allied, friendly, indifferent, or hostile, it didn't matter, he was doing this above the board. All divine units, be advised, shadow stalker and death squads are beginning maneuvers on Plane 128654a. Targets are beyonder tainted leaders. Do not interfere or those units interfering will be designated as hostile and eliminated. Beginning maneuvers in T-minus two point five minutes. Civilian and military casualties will be high. Repeat, do not interfere with maneuvers. End of line.<br/><br/>He sighed, and looked down at the board, as his pieces moved into place, the last two being the completed stations, portalling out nearly five hundred miles above the primary target, the only one that was likely a parasite tainted. The others were simply drunk on their own power, but their actions needed to be curbed, and he didn't have avatars enough to cover the non-divine ones. The constructs would simply have to compensate. He did a quick review, and other than the hovertanks and the stations, no new unit types were on the field. He took a deep breath, and glanced at the timer. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. He nodded to the comms units, and then sent the message to start the twenty two different assaults. Twenty one beyonder tainted individuals and one crusade that was supposedly against the tainted were the targets. It was going to be a long, bloody day.