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The hill was short enough to allow a complete view of the gazebo and the environment under it. A circular table with two chairs on opposite sides stood at its center, and a Thilku occupied one of them. Aliens were behind him, wearing firm stances or wielding rectangular screens featuring menus or the cameras' recordings.

The Thilku who had picked up Ambassador Abores led him to the table before pointing at the empty seat. The man sat down with the intention of starting a cordial conversation, but the blatant focus on Khan kept him silent. It was obvious the commanding officer was more interested in Khan than the Ambassador.

That behavior was predominant across the aliens. The team on the hill and the Thilku at its base only had eyes for Khan for reasons everyone could guess. He had defeated a Thilku during the previous meeting. Such a proud species simply couldn't let that go.