He nodded. "Yes, it is, but most of the units are merely missing. And in the Death Guard, you aren't listed as dead until we either get an omega signal or we find your pieces, likely buried under the biggest pile of biohorrors in the area. Besides..."<br/><br/>He brought up a time line. "The units your mother and the others have found. Notice anything?"<br/><br/>The timeline of the last two years popped up, highlighting the relevant entries, his units entering this reality again. The first one was the one Nadrianna had said had already had Barid's units on it, but it had crashed nearly a year and a quarter previously, and was generously labeled spare scrap metal. Two others, similar condition but Barid's troops had salvaged a couple viable pieces had crashed a handful of months later. Next was a transport that had landed face first into a mountain side, but had managed to launch a couple transports and disgorge two squads of surviving troops in drop pods before it had terminated into the mountainside, nearly six months previously. Then three other ship units, varying amounts of damage but all of them were still 'alive,' had screamed out of nowhere at various points around the multiplanarverse but lacked the ability to maneuver, so were simply drifting through space, waiting for rescue. Draiss' own transport had come out at the same time. Then last month another transport had appeared, this time with almost forty combat capable Death Guards, half a dozen transports, and a single Cerulean class Plasma frigate had reported in. "What does this timeline tell you?"