Draiss nodded, as he called in two of his death squads, both of them stealth and assassin specialists, and mentally mused, as he waited for them to arrive with anti-construct weapons, that he was using his assassins more than anything else lately. The survey teams had no impaired systems, which was a bit of a shock, especially in this environment, but he would be moving forward on his own. "Continue surveying the clear areas, we are moving ahead to bypass defenses, and converse with the anticipated organics. Carry on. And when the two death squad get here, send them after me."<br/><br/>He headed out, toward the depths of the facility, whistling under his breath, his Sivridut at his side, his actual divine weapon rather than the one he usually carried. He had it severely toned down, like his own power, but he wasn't going to underestimate a facility that had pushed back a survey team. They could handle most reasonable problems, up to a handful of Beyonder possessed mortals as long as they didn't have divine powers. They had to be able to accurate measurements, and his maps were all accurate down to a couple of inches after about fifty years, and that was because of erosion usually. The Cartographer guild on Union was quiet glad to buy his maps from him, though he did omit a couple of things from the public maps, mostly little things like hyper advanced ruins like this one. He paused after getting down a couple of levels, and pulled out a small drilling machine, meant to breach a chamber to allow insertion of munitions into the hole to widen it. It used an inch long balefire beam to drill, and was about an inch wide and four inches long, self supporting, and could right itself if it fell over. Safety protocols on it would deactivate the beam if it wasn't cutting through something, but once he set it down, it began merrily burning its way through the floors, mostly a test to see if he could get to the floor beneath faster by walking than by its drilling.