They had returned to the table, and Draiss was nearly done with the story, in fact he was about to describe the last jump, when he got a message. "Excuse me, message from the troops."<br/><br/>He glanced at his arm, and frowned, before standing up and heading outside. "Creator Actual here, where is the fire?"<br/><br/>His troop on the other end of the voice line didn't move, and merely made its report. "Sir, we identified the first six frigates to crash. Most were drone types as expected, but we discovered there was a seventh in the same time period, and Barid appears to have missed it. A Jashah class transport. Transport 084, to be specific. We found the crash site, and have begun an inventory of everything it was supposed to be carrying and what it has currently, but... Sir, several items are missing. Including the<em>Warptablet</em>."<br/><br/>Draiss stared at the construct with barely concealed horror, before asking, in a very tight, controlled voice. "Are you saying we lost the gods be damned<em>Warptablet</em>?!?"<br/><br/>The construct simply nodded, and Draiss sighed, before bringing up a map of the plane, and groaned. A volcanic plane with minimal population, but the projected crash path had taken it far closer than nearly every population center on that plane than he cared for. Even worse was that Barid's troops were only near the portal, but at least anything that came from it wouldn't get off the plane without alerting Barid. "Alright, dispatch the reserves to the plane, and start looking for it. You have a week once they arrive, and let me know when the reserves get there. If we haven't found it by then, we have to let Barid know. And that would be bad."<br/><br/>He sighed, and headed back in. "Well, story was almost done, and that part was the one everyone knew about. Beyonders ambushed us. Come on, you should go visit your aunt and I need to talk with your sister."