Khan's eyes lit up as Captain Erbair handed him the large casket. The container felt heavy, and it was far bigger than he expected. After all, he had requested a single knife, but the chest was sixty centimeters long.
"You are accumulating merits at an incredible pace," Captain Erbair announced while Khan was busy inspecting the clean box made of black metal. "Be honest. Do you like the Niqols?"
The sudden question made Khan frown as he raised his eyes toward the tall Captain. He couldn't understand the meaning behind her words, but she quickly explained herself better.
"I meant as a species," Captain Erbair explained. "I've studied how the relationships with these types of alien species usually evolve. I don't know if it will happen soon enough for you to be a candidate, but the Global Army might plan a political marriage at some point. I just wanted to know if I should keep your name in mind in case things move faster than expected."
