He frowned as the reports started filtering in, already his personal bodyguard Shield squads had spread out to ensure the area was, in fact, clean, even as the Fleet began to converge overhead.<br/><br/>Two hours later, he had issued his orders, and his Fleet, what was left of it, dispersed, heading for the Forge World and V'elen's plane, where his domain was physically located. Nearly all the Shields were onboard one ship or hulk or another, except for the two bodyguard squads. He nodded, before turning and walking toward a weak area of the planar blocking field. He could sense something tainted near it, and wanted to ensure nothing jumped them on the way, all forty constructs and the god advancing toward it by cover and movement. Each squad dashed forward a few hundred meters, and then took up position to cover the squads behind them, leapfrogging their way toward the distant weak point in the barrier, even as the last of the fleet, the Saarisi class Mobile Repair Yard, or Manufactory, powered through the field.<br/><br/>Draiss could already feel the barrier being strengthened, even as the Manufactory punched through, and knew that whoever had blocked the plane was still watching it, which meant the forces ahead, at the weak spot in the barrier, would likely know that SOMETHING had been on the plane, and was likely still there. He didn't care, a good, stand up, pitched battle would relieve the monotony of the last four timelines, and if they wanted to talk first, he would be game. If only for the change of pace. After a half hour of running, an oversized, over armed transport screamed over a nearby hill, and coasted in front of the eight constructs and god, who all jumped into the command transport. He glanced at the various readouts, noting that magic wasn't building up like he had thought it would, as without portals it couldn't go anywhere, but it was obviously being drained out to something. He frowned as the transport's engines roared loudly, easily and absently rocking with the transports sudden acceleration as it sped toward a location that had considerable magic auras, most of it conjuration. He suspected it was where the drain originated, and was also a way around the planes.