The transport's warning was just BARELY enough of warning for the constructs and Draiss, but Inari and Amaterasu weren't 'listening' on the 'same 'channel' as the others were, and likely would have had to either bounce or break. He was several dozen feet under the ground, with a nice, neat outline above him, but a quick spell got himself at ground level, and helping his wives back to their full health and then feet. The constructs had either rolled, bounced, or buried, and had already rectified their situation, healed, or were working on the sparking transport. The healed ones had already established a perimeter, and the Reaper turned to him as he glanced at it. "Sir, we can not contact the Fleet, or the remains of Death Squad. We may be on a 'lost' or seal planet."<br/><br/>He sighed, before turning to Amaterasu, and helping her up. "Well, no one died, and these eight and transport are the best in the Death Squad."<br/><br/>He turned to the others as he began helping Inari. "Figure out where we are, where the nearest population center is, and what can we do to rectify the lack of comms. Now. Ideas in five minutes, move."