Draiss stared at the images, before shaking his head. "Would we PLEASE at least attempt to be honest? There is currently ONE moon around my plane. What you are viewing is a best case, hypothetical situation."<br/><br/>He fiddled with the Tome for a few, before looking up. "Oh, by the way, does anyone even know what the names of those so called planes were? I couldn't find them, but then again, they were atmosphere-less, lightless planes that we found blindly drifting through the void. No tectonic activity, no life, and no paths of movement calculated that brought them into contact with anything for at least six hundred million years at the earliest. And that is when one was predicted, with a 12.57% chance of accuracy due to the quantum and the chaos theories, to slam head long into a populated plane."<br/><br/>He finally got the images he was looking for, which showed hundreds upon thousands of his constructs swarming over one of the four 'planes' that 'he' had 'captured.' "And the constructs did that plan on their own, kaythxbye."<br/><br/>The screen split into four different sections, each one showing the planetoids, with a filter on so they could actually see what the constructs were doing. They had set up six massive magic ritual circles on each of the planes, and then a thousand platforms had stepped into each one, at individual points, before falling over, having channeled their personal power into the circles, effectively 'killing' themselves. He frowned and shook his head, and added a smaller screen in the corner of the one that had arrived on his plane first. It showed him meeting with the new outsider races, as well as the constructs, and at the end of the meeting, the construct added, almost as if it was an afterthought, that the plane should be getting a moon inside of a week. He had nodded, and continued the meeting, before his brain finally caught up with the statement, and he whirled about on the construct, and stared in shock, before asking, "Wait, what? I said get a couple SMALL ones, not planet shattering parts of planes!"<br/><br/>He nodded to the recording. "And that was the first time they told me that they were bringing in the remains of planets and not meteoroids. The next one should be on station inside of four years, the third at seven, and the last at fifteen. What am I supposed to, just throw them back out into the void? And what if I miscalculate, and it slams into another plane? The sheer amount of power needed to redirect the planes is staggering, and even with their example to redirect it, they would, and in fact have, told me they won't help get them back on their random course into the void."<br/><br/>He added the size of the planetoids, showing they were only a tiny fraction of the size of his plane. "And a standard 'material' plane averages about 4 thousand miles in diameter, while the largest METEOR my constructs have diverted is almost 750 miles across at its widest. The second largest is about 600 miles in diameter, while the other two are 400 miles and 125 miles, respectively. Now, hold on while I do the math..."<br/><br/>A few minutes of laborious but CLEARLY not serious mathematics followed, before he looked up. "And no matter how I run the calculations, I get less than a quarter of a plane. So, once again, I call out the prosecution for falsifying facts and issuing clearly misleading statements. And I descend into base insults because the more subtle and civilized ones were being ignored. One uses what ones opponent notices."