He paused, looking at Allan for a long moment, then sighed and nodded, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "The Advent use force of numbers, primarily. For every one of our ships, they have two or more, and I've seen one of their Capital-grade carriers belch out a force of almost a hundred bombers, in the time it takes for one of Our Sova-class Carriers to spit out Forty-two. However, their ships are relatively fragile, and rely primarily on layers of energy shields."<br/><br/>He paused, frowning slightly. "The Vasari, well, I know where I stand with them. They're an old race, probably been playing about in the stars since before we knew how to walk upright, but they have some level of respect for our ability to fight back, even if they outmatch us on a one-to-one scale. The Advent however..."<br/><br/>Kol sighed, taking a large sip from his glass. "Every time I've fought them, I get the feeling that they have no respect for us, even as one foe to another. They almost seem to act as if we are vermin, and, considering their acts on Nyeve, well..." His hands tightened unconsciously, one almost bending his fork in half, and the other creating a spiderweb of cracks up the sides of his glass.<br/><br/>"I know that having to drop nuclear weapons on a planet is distasteful at best, but at least we don't aim for civilian centres. The Advent seems to take Pride in their aim. Namely, by doing the exact opposite of what we do." He frowned again, Clearly bothered by the course of the conversation.