You mean noodle-munching mathematics geniuses, right?" said the Captain with a cheeky grin, as the barmaid changed the song to something a touch more explicit, but it seemed to please the now busy bar.
"Those of Chinese and East Asian origin, hmm. A large amount serve in engineering, actually... seriously, I'm not joking... in the engine rooms and gun batteries of the Karl Marx as well as the Ho Chi Minh. In fact, I believe that ninety percent of the Ho Chi Minh's crew is of such an origin... although, to be fair, its Captain is a Rheinlander... who is now fluent in both the ancient tongues of Mandarin and Cantonese, I do believe...
Aside from that, in the fighter wing, there's yourself and Lieutenant Gabriel Mau... a Libertonian of Asian descent, I think... he looks the part but has a Liberty accent."
Captain Jovem smiled and slapped his friend on the shoulder, with his good arm of course, the robotic left one might have broken something.