[He sips the scotch before answering--and yes, thankfully the cast is coming off soon indeed. He would have thought twice about getting busted up in space had he known the consequences would be so severe.]

A draft. The Spartan-like ones are our assigned enemies--the Third Party.

[Assigned because, well, they don't exactly choose to fight them.]

I wouldn't be surprised if we're off the hook for awhile, though. Drafts don't come around often.