"My tale isn't finished yet, Sharon. After that, the Ten Thousand began training in secret, far underground where Mankind could not reach us. We had f...od, shelter, and solitude to train and prepare. When another thousand Setians were brought in, however, it was not for their safety. They were brought before the Council and made to sacrifice their lives for a Spell of Clouding, which hadn't been used in eons, but was the only way to protect the rest of the cosmos from Mankind. We knew back then. Looking further, our armour is far better than a CA's but not quite up to a BC's and that is because of the plate used in this hull.Powered missiles are detectable from time of light-off; ballistic missiles are virtually undetectable, not because they are stealthed but because they are small.The hull would probably not be damaged by any thing from a CA or smaller. There is however, as Evan Cochrane used to delight in informing us, the chance of the "Golden Bee Bee" or as our beloved leader oft. Man in his early 50s, maintained, grey hair, mustache and tall. I had a feeling that I must have been in defense, the way he wore his clothes. I told Harshika that I found my guy.She said, “Where?” I pointed at him. She said she knows him. He is the bride’s father’s friend. Serving in the army. “I so want him,” I said. “Go, talk to him,” Harshika replied. I refilled the drink and went where my colleague and the guy were standing and talking.I said hello to my colleague. She replied, “Hi,” and. With a hardy shake my body was already heating to match the house as my companion removed his top layer and hung it on the back of a chair. My ears shot up high when I heard the familiar sound of a jar being opened. The smell of peanut butter had my tongue licking my teeth and lips quickly. Although it was not the peanut butter that had me drooling. I trot into the living room where he had set himself in the chair. The smell of the peanut was already assaulting my senses. I watch with masterful.