The Thilku felt incredibly small. He was at least half a meter taller than Khan, but his brain kept sending warning signals. He knew he was completely outclassed there.
The ship's alarms threatened to deafen the crew, but no one dared to move. The various humans silently stared at the needles closest to them. Those pointy, bright weapons were aiming at them, immobilizing them while Khan handled his business.
Khan's bright eyes pierced the Thilku's skull, studying his thoughts and emotional state. The alien was terrified, frozen in fear. He could barely breathe, let alone speak, but Khan had no intention of making things easy for him.
"[Ah]!" Khan cried, spitting to the floor at his side. "[A criminal with no pride, shame of the Empire]."
The insult awakened something inside the Thilku. The alien seemed conflicted about his situation, and receiving a direct attack on his pride generated the resolve to fight through Khan's aura and react.
