They talk as they walk, Ryan slipping the suit helmet back on after, reluctantly, putting out his cigar. "Yes, that IS the primary limitation; the tech power source, in such a tech-free universe, has to be fairly significant, and can't really be shrunk down to size. For portability, you'd likely need them to run off of small batteries they could carry, because in all this time, the most efficient design we've been able to find has been a generator almost fifty feet across, weighing more than two hundred tons. The original was more then five times the size, and this is after more than half a cycle of my assistance. Anyway, here we are... take a good look at her," he says, rounding the corner into a section of the map<em>not</em>noted on the schematics, despite the fact that it's almost the size of half the building above it. A truly immense hangar, holding what looks like a truly immense sailing ship, crafted out of the same material as the rest of the fortress, and, apparently, the massive source of magic he'd noted, when he first arrived here.<br/><br/>"We've yet to give her a name, actually. I had several suggestions, but they consider it bad luck to name a ship, until the day of its first flight. But this... this is a<em>fortress</em>, and will function anywhere in our multiverse... and beyond."