The doors slid open with a hiss and a familiar figure strode into the room. The lights adjusted their hue to better display the blue of his uniform. He stood to an awkward attention near the desk, troubled by the stiffness in his hip.
“I was told you were in your quarters, Captain.”
“And here you find me.” The Captain looked up, brushing his hair back into place.
“You have been in your quarters for some time. If you are unwell, I can call the medical bay –”
“I’m not unwell. I’m just a little preoccupied.”
The newcomer raised a pointed eyebrow.
“What troubles you, Captain?”
The Captain sat up and pushed his chair away from his desk. He gestured to the screen, and the science officer peered at the documentation on display.
“Requests for child support, Captain?”
“Yes. You see, Spock, it looks like boldly going where no man has gone before is an expensive enterprise,” replied the Captain. He snorted.
“And what are you going to do about it?”
“Pay them. What else can I do? I just don’t know how the Federation will react when they find out. We were on an exploratory mission…not a colonisation expedition.”
The Captain leaned forward and swiped his finger across the screen. His signature appeared at the bottom of the authorisation order for payment of the requested child maintenance. He gazed at his name. James Tiberius Kirk…father of at least nine declared offspring.
“Hell, maybe I can start a new Starfleet of my own,” said the Captain.
He pressed ‘Send’.
Image is Starfield by AlphaSpace.