He nodded, not bothering to point out that as a mercenary force, he couldn't request their assistance. Legally. Now he could. "Yes, but there are... legalities that must be observed, so you or your husband must request their help. I can notify them all I want, but without your permission, they won't help.<br/><br/>No, I can't think of anything else that requires your help. Any organics out of power armor that we throw into that area are just going to get eaten."<br/><br/>He frowned, and had his forces request a review of the planetary shield, to try and discover when the thing had come through. It had to have been before the sensor frigate had arrived, which was three weeks ago.<br/><br/>Done with the disaster so far, he turned the five drones loose, and let them wander off to his room, where he would reclaim them later. Ranarc returned to the table, and frowned. "I am forgetting something. Dinner... right, I had a gift for you, as an apology for being an insensitive, uncultured barbarian."<br/><br/>The last three words were in a slightly amused tone, as the Queen knew why they didn't bother much with people skills now. Combat took all their attention, and even then they had to struggle to keep up.