Draiss looked up, and snapped the computer shut, before bringing out an inventory. "Seventy three pieces of what is already scrap metal, and even that is slowly being degraded further. As for why, because I pulled them from it. Two of you are avatars, and could have easily teleported around the perimeter, and the rest of you are aspects, which, while a bit harder, could have done the same. Or even sent a direct request to assist in salvage. None of you did. So forgive me if I feel a sense of apathy. The constructs kept you at a distance because they can't stop anything with divine ranks, and if you are powerful enough to get past them, then they will let me deal with you."<br/><br/>He smiled brightly at them, before nodding, sending out orders to get the units back into the strongholds at the death world.