<em>Neither do I, but even I, as a dragon, admitted that Barid did this one good. All he had to do was send a picture of Eva leaving my suite rumbled, while I gave her a hug, we do that sometimes, usually in the room, but a couple times we did so in the hallway when I THOUGHT there was nothing around, and he gets a nice war that has a guarantee of doing at least some non-insignificant damage to me, and the potential to utterly destroy my side.<br/><br/>And yes, though for why I have no idea. You are my wife and mate. She would be, at best, simply a wife. Most of her time would be spent with an aspect.</em><br/><br/>The final orders to the transport had been sent, and it was preparing the newest drop pods for deployment. For the first time since before the Lurker War, death guard constructs were uploading themselves to a server to preserve themselves, as well as schematics of their chassis, weapons, defenses, and drones. They would delete the copy when they moved to a chassis, but now pods could be filled with bodies, get destroyed, and not cost him several squads worth of his best constructs. They had complained bitterly about the new mandate, but he had no other option, even the best shield breaching technique only had a 60% chance of success, at best. Most were closer to 25%. And that was on the first shot, subsequent shots would degrade that chance fast, and would take hours to revert back. So they could get maybe forty units on the ground, and then a day or so later, get another thirty, and so on.<br/><br/>He left the small command center that was his room, and returned to the main room. "Right, so, what am I doing? And what did Ama talk you down from, Eva?"