RAGE

He'd been angry before.

Angry at the loss of crewmen – some needlessly, some not – but angry nonetheless.

Angry at the stupidity of some people, for the way they acted despite their supposed intelligence and the positions they held.

He'd even been angry at the universe once or twice for some of the twists and turns that it threw at him and his crew.

Angry at his friends for the way they'd acted – even though he knew at times they only did what he would have done had he not been in the position he was in.

But never like this.

Rage

Sheer unadulterated, undiluted rage at this man for his actions, at what he'd done, at how he had acted – at the crimes this . . . . . . . monster had committed, at how he had acted.

It boiled up within him

It burst forth from him, visible in his face, his voice as he raised the communicator to his mouth and roared the man's name into it. The murderous rage overwhelmed him.

'KHAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . KHAAAAAAAAANNNNN!!!'