Knocking

As tedious as flying through space could be, Khan itched to jump back in his ship and set off. Curiosity and childish desire to explore the unknown had previously fueled that urge, but Khan now only felt a sense of duty and helplessness.

Khan had to get rid of his curse. He had lost too much because of it to delay that moment any longer.

Nott Station went through monumental political changes in a matter of hours, which would usually demand careful and direct supervision. Still, Khan delegated everything to his Uncle, heading for the private hangar as soon as he completed his preparations.

It was the night of the same day when Captain Lochport and a crowd of mostly female workers gathered before the pristine white ship. The vehicle had already lowered its metal ramp, and Khan stood in front of it to exchange the last goodbyes with the Captain.

"I should return relatively soon," Khan announced. "If you have any problem, just contact my Uncle."