He gave Barid a flat stare, before looking around as he ordered someone to shoot him, the surroundings suddenly changing from the utterly functional and spartan control room to a more lavish throne room, humans of both genders strutting around in garments clearly held up with either magic or technology, as friction and other normal methods of staying decent certainly weren't being used. The impression lasted for a heartbeat, before Draiss shook his head, coming back to the present. "Oh, right, stand down, and get back to work. And Barid, if you wanna get shot, head out onto the planes. I am sure someone, somewhere, would be MORE than happy to oblige you. And most of the 'protectorates,' as you put it, just left to start the job of taking ground from the hopefully exhausted forces.<br/><br/>Seal the companions from the target plane, I would hate for them to get shirty about us blowing them up."<br/><br/>They had no reason to go to that plane in particular, none of them had followers within three portals of it, but it never hurt to be prepared. The companions that had run off without constructs would find a platoon waiting for them where they would be getting out, as the recon drones began reporting an anomalous energy spike on one of the furthest planes. It wasn't local, but it was building. Fast. He glanced at it, and dispatched a dozen handfuls to that plane, to begin tracking the energy source down. He glanced at the chrono again, before sending his allies a request to stay clear of the plane that was about to reduced to an atmosphereless chunk of rock soon, though they didn't have any followers on the plane. Just a couple of neutrals and the hostile he honestly didn't care about, and about three million sentients. A minor foot note at worst.