He had asked for everyone she could manage, even the kids if possible, though he warned her that burning herself out would leave him feeling very unhappy. After all, someone had to make sure he was following proper magical testing procedures when working on new experiments and spell. And since he had learned most of it from her, he considered her his resident expert.<br/><br/>He couldn't hold off the reflexive wave as some of the allies came in, but after some time, he abruptly stood up, though several people were noticably missing, mostly his mother and Garrus, though Huntress and Amaterasu not being there were less unexpected. "Alright, going to follow K.I.S.S. procedures here, since I don't want Nadrianna blowing her brains over a wall in the lab. I asked for this meeting to clear up some misconceptions that have cropped up, specifically concerning expectations as to what I can do, and when."<br/><br/>He stepped to the side of the gathering, most of the 'seats' on one side of the room, and his drone commander Death Lord standing in the nearby corner. "Also, DC01 here has volunteered to run dream intel gathering, so if anyone needs to get in touch with me, most likely you will meet with it."<br/><br/>It nodded to the group, but otherwise didn't move, as it was linking the rest of the death guard into the meeting through it, similar to what Nadrianna was doing for the organics. "First and foremost, my current power level. Some of you know I came back dying and it took significant efforts on the death guard and Jashah's part to get me mobile again, relatively speaking. What most of you don't know is that the damage has caused both my beyonder and divine spark to go inactive. While I still have SOME of the passive abilities granted from each are still active, I am, for the most part, 'merely' an exceptionally powerful mortal sorcerer currently. I have ways of getting both back to active status, but it will take TIME. And while Barid has, admittedly not overtly, agreed to not start hostilities until I arrive at his palace to declare it to him in person, his captains and lieutenants and governors have not agreed to that, so keep my current weakness quiet."<br/><br/>He sighed, and rubbed the back of his neck, before continuing. "The second half of the bad news is my current military strength. Many have noted the lack of shadow stalkers running around being nuisances. What might not be known is that we have lost contact with their main world, where they produce more of them. What is equally not known is how many death guard, what were known as the death squads before the Verdelet War. I had a million ground units at the start of that charge that won the war. I finished the charge with barely twenty thousand. And as of six months ago, as myself and the death guard reckon it, we had some eight thousand four hundred ground units and one thousand eight hundred ship units."<br/><br/>He turned to the wall behind him, and projected his memories of the last timeline encounter, where his fleet had been ripped apart by beyonders. As the memory ended, when he had been pierced by the corrosive beyonder 'poison,' he turned back to the others. "We currently have sixty seven, including myself, combat capable units, counting both ship and ground forces. We have another two hundred and eleven units too damaged to do more than wait for rescue and repairs. HOWEVER..."<br/><br/>He was immediately drowned out by panicked babbling, and drew a weapon, fired it into the ceiling to restore order, and continued as if that was a completely normal occurance. "HOWEVER, we would like to point something out before everyone starts defecting to Barid's side. Though if you want to panic and babble first, go ahead, I can wait a minute."