"Captain, we have a medical emergency."
Captain Kathryn Janeway sat reclined on the sofa in her ready room, sipping coffee from her favourite tin mug. Although such a message rarely meant something good, there were times when it was only the best of news. These medical emergencies often either brought new hope to the people of the Voyager or announced a new, deadlier danger.
"Captain here. What is it, Doctor?"
"Seven is with me and she has a very intriguing condition." Well, it didn't sound like bad news and she was feeling somewhat intrigued herself.
"Oh? And what might that be?"
"Simply put, she is pregnant." Had anyone been with the good Captain, they would have seen all amusement flee from her face.
"But how? Who?"
"We don't know, Captain, but there's more." Oh, she knew she shouldn't have gotten out of bed that morning.
"Go ahead, Doctor." She steeled herself, but there was no way to anticipate his next words.
"She is carrying a child of Klingon descent."