Chapter 2
His iridescent eyes were narrowed down at the torpedo design blue prints he studied.
Khan had discovered that in the 23rd century. Everything was operated through the use of electronic displays. Nothing was manual. Everything was digitally accessible. To help him adjust and work efficiently, the Admiral provided soft copies of the missiles.
He had accepted the work without qualms.
Inside he was seething in rage.
He was leaned over the flat work table. The pen in his grip began to shake from the pressure of his hold. Noticing this he dropped the object and clenched his fingers into his trembling hands. He was trying to stop the livid tremors that racked his body.
Her screams continued to haunt him like the loop of a broken record. Over and over again, driving him to madness. His tried to form a mental confinement around his emotions, but that was an impossible task. Even by Augument standards.
Zahara.
That wasn't always her name, but it was the name he remembered her by. The one he loved to whisper in that baritone. She loved it too despite being too stubborn to confess it. He recalled the frenetic pulse against her neck. The way her vibrant eyes danced, the way her dark pupils dilated.
The memory of her defiant eyes, expressive face and voluptuous lips, made him feel like an imaginary weight was pressing into his chest. The longing that filled him morphed into a rage that flowed through his veins.
He will not let the fame fate fall upon his remaining comrades. Khan knew he had to formulate a plan to gain his freedom and save his friends at the same time.