Arrayed behind them came the main Federation fleet, thirty battleships, three command battleships, fifteen carriers, ten battle cruisers, thirty heavy...cruisers, forty assault cruisers, twelve anti-aircraft cruisers, and seventy destroyers. Leading the Federation fleet was a black battleship, the name Washington emblazoned across her bow. The former command battleship had been lengthened to ten miles long and now sprouted thousands of weapon stations.As she watched, another wave of ships. Something not too big, tasteful. Well, all right, maybe tastefully big.All this time and I’ve never even thought about marriage. Hugo and I were together, and I’ve just focused on that and haven’t worried beyond right now. He caught me completely off guard, first asking about kids and then proposing out of a clear blue sky.It’s even the right time of year, June’s just around the corner, I think giddily.At least I can tell Danny. Hell, I have to tell somebody. He’s at work, but I call anyway.. We say that eventually it will come. With my experience I cannot say that I have ever seen someone that is in love, truly and wholeheartedly in love.I have seen my share of couples, and I don't doubt that there is such a thing as true love. But am I one of the lucky ones that gets to experience it? Or am I just a normal guy destined to have a normal and unsatisfying relationship?Who am I to want something as beautiful as love?Who am I to question the gods? Me I'm just Travis, I wish for many. The Predator watched her falter in her red high-heels and his eyes followed the back seams on her gossamer black stockings from where they began at the fashioned Cuban heels to where they disappeared under her black leather miniskirt, her well rounded arse was emphasised by the tight skirt. Her white nylon blouse glowed ethereally in the dim neon lighting; the colours from the cheap beer signs creating highlights in her blonde bob and reflecting off her jewellery; she was the most desirable.