Capital

Khan was no stranger to Thilku ships. Their spacious, circular bridge usually made them more comfortable than their human counterparts, but nothing in the current atmosphere even resembled coziness.

Thick tension filled the bridge. Intense seriousness tainted the air in the control room, almost affecting the soldiers' breathing. If Khan didn't know any better, he would think the ship was heading toward a death sentence. That option actually was still possible due to the complicated political situation.

Nevertheless, duty was the main and sole cause of that sentiment. The Emperor's authority was unmatched among the Thilku, so his direct order instantly created a mission of the highest priority and relevance. Those aliens were ready to die to fulfill their leader's will, and the ship's synthetic mana reflected their resolve.