Chapter Eighteen
Byron announced his presence and was given permission to enter. He strode into Korden’s office with a bounce in his step.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” he said, standing at attention.
The commander looked away from his computer screen. “Take a seat, Byron,” he instructed, leaning back in his chair.
The absence of a formal title with his name piqued Byron’s curiosity. After serving together for fifteen years, the commander’s relationship with him resided at a level different than with other officers on the ship. Korden and Anceptor had returned a few minutes ago from diplomatic negotiations on the surface. Byron assumed he was about to receive privy information. Eager to hear the latest developments, he slid into the chair across from Korden.
“The Tgrens have agreed to
